In yon high house, beyond the garden wall—
You see the roof there just above the trees—
There lives a friend, who told me yesterday,
That on a certain night—be not offended
If I too plainly speak—he saw a man
Climb to your chamber window. You are silent!
I would not blame you, being young and fair—
(He tries to take her hand. She starts back and draws a dagger from her bosom.)
Pre. Beware! beware! I am a gipsy girl!
Lay not your hand upon me. One step nearer