It rose in Autumn’s afternoon
When love was dead and laughter,
That Jock went striding ’neath the moon,
And Margery pining after.
(To spirit.) Away! I say, away!
Unid. Well acted, Fool, and well sung.
Dagonet. Yea, it is a part of me.
Unid. (Aside) He will do. (To Dagonet) Fool, wilt thou deliver a message for me?
Dagonet. Yea, by my love.
Unid. It be a pressing business, and a private one.
[Speaks in a low voice.
Thou seest this ring. It is the Queen’s. Thou needs must find Sir Launcelot, and deliver it to him privately and say! “This night afore midnight.”