And perhaps he may know—
Cicely. [Interrupting.]
Oh, then, Flock, and then Flick,
Find the man, I implore,
And return with him. Quick!
[Sinks back in her chair. Exeunt Flick and Flock.]
Mariana. [To Seneschal, both coming forward.]
There, worthy Seneschal;
That’s what I said.
Mortals and Moon-folk