Original Plays, Second Series

by W. S. Gilbert

Enter Melusine (a small hand-mirror hangs from her waist).

Mel. Vavir, the evening dews are falling fast;

The night air teems with damp. So, come, dear love,

Return at once with me.

Vav.Oh, Melusine,

I have a secret. (Aside to dial.) May I tell it?

Flor. (whispering).Yes.

Mel. A secret?

Vav.Ay, a wondrous secret, too!

My sun-dial hath ears to hear withal—