Under the yew-trees?

Ger. The first night I left

My range so far, to track the stranger stag

That broke the pale, I saw the man.

Tresh. Yet sent

No cross-bow shaft through the marauder?

Ger. But

He came, my lord, the first time he was seen,

In a great moonlight, light as any day,

From Lady Mildred's chamber.