False figure, Map would say.
Earth's falses are heaven's truths. And when my voice
Is martyr'd mute, and this man disappears,
That perfect trust may come again between us,
And there, there, there, not here I shall rejoice
To find my stray sheep back within the fold.
The crowd are scattering, let us move away!
And thence to England.
[_Exeunt_.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.--_The Outskirts of the Bower_.
GEOFFREY (_coming out of the wood_).
Light again! light again! Margery? no, that's a finer thing there. How
it glitters!
ELEANOR (_entering_).
Come to me, little one. How camest thou hither?
GEOFFREY.
On my legs.
ELEANOR.
And mighty pretty legs too. Thou art the prettiest child I ever saw.
Wilt thou love me?
GEOFFREY.
No; I only love mother.
ELEANOR.
Ay; and who is thy mother?
GEOFFREY.
They call her--But she lives secret, you see.
ELEANOR.
Why?
GEOFFREY.
Don't know why.
ELEANOR.
Ay, but some one comes to see her now and then. Who is he?
GEOFFREY.
Can't tell.
ELEANOR.
What does she call him?
GEOFFREY.
My liege.
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