Ger. At least
A month—each midnight has some man access
To Lady Mildred's chamber.
Tresh. Tush, "access"—
No wide words like "access" to me!
Ger. He runs
Along the woodside, crosses to the south,
Takes the left tree that ends the avenue ...
Tresh. The last great yew-tree?
Ger. You might stand upon