GERARD. At least A month--each midnight has some man access To Lady Mildred's chamber.
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?
