A Second Girl.
I want to see
The Queen close by.
A Third Girl.
Ay, so do I!
A Fourth Girl.
I'll strew
Some flowers in her path as she goes past.
1st Girl.
My father made her once a pair of shoes
Of fine white satin, bound with golden clasps
And crimson 'broidery. He says her feet
Are delicate and small; as white and slim
As are the Virgin Mary's in the shrine
That stands within Tintagel's lofty church
Above the great high altar.
4th Girl.
Poor, poor soul!
Old Woman.
Ay, let her see where those white feet of hers
Have carried her!
3d Guard (to a boy who has climbed upon the wall).
Hey, thou! Come down! The wall
And rocks are full an hundred fathoms high,
So, if thou fall, thy howling will not help.
The Boy.
I want to sit here when the lepers come!
Another Boy.
A good place that! I'll climb up too.
A Fourth Boy.
I too!