TRESHAM. Tush, "access"-- No wide words like "access" to me!

GERARD. He runs Along the woodside, crosses to the South, Takes the left tree that ends the avenue...

TRESHAM. The last great yew-tree?

GERARD. You might stand upon The main boughs like a platform. Then he...

TRESHAM. Quick!

GERARD. Climbs up, and, where they lessen at the top, --I cannot see distinctly, but he throws, I think--for this I do not vouch--a line That reaches to the lady's casement--

TRESHAM. --Which He enters not! Gerard, some wretched fool Dares pry into my sister's privacy! When such are young, it seems a precious thing To have approached,--to merely have approached, Got sight of the abode of her they set Their frantic thoughts upon. Ha does not enter? Gerard?

GERARD. There is a lamp that's full i' the midst. Under a red square in the painted glass Of Lady Mildred's...