Like hissing of live snakes. Where am I then?
I must be cunning. If I could find my stick
I could escape. I think they look not this way.
Icelin.Nay, let him be. You need not fear my lips—
’Tis but a little bleeding.
Dansberg. ’Tis but a little bleeding.Now is the time.
Quick now! Sneak off!
(He knocks against a tree.)
Quick now! Sneak off!A tree. Pest on these leaves,
They crackle so. Again.