A Blot in the 'Scutcheon by Robert Browning
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page 32 of 70 (45%)
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To one pane--a small dark-blue pane; he waits
For that among the boughs: at sight of that, I see him, plain as I see you, my lord, Open the lady's casement, enter there... TRESHAM. --And stay? GERARD. An hour, two hours. TRESHAM. And this you saw Once?--twice?--quick! GERARD. Twenty times. TRESHAM. And what brings you Under the yew-trees? GERARD. The first night I left My range so far, to track the stranger stag That broke the pale, I saw the man. TRESHAM. Yet sent No cross-bow shaft through the marauder? GERARD. But He came, my lord, the first time he was seen, In a great moonlight, light as any day, FROM Lady Mildred's chamber. TRESHAM [after a pause]. You have no cause |
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