In summer suit and silks of holiday.
Low bow’d the tributary Prince, and she,
Sweetly and statelily, and with all grace 175
Of womanhood and queenhood, answer’d him:
“Late, late, Sir Prince,” she said, “later than we!”
“Yea, noble Queen,” he answer’d, “and so late
That I but come like you to see the hunt,
Not join it.” “Therefore wait with me,” she said; 180
“For on this little knoll, if anywhere,
There is good chance that we shall hear the hounds: