'T is so glad and sad
And strange to find out, What-Will-Happen-Next!
And mark you this: the strangest miracle. . .
BARBARA
Yes!--
PIPER
Stranger than the Devil or thy Judgment;
Stranger than piping,--even when _I_ pipe!
Stranger than charming mice--or even men--
BARBARA
[with tense expectancy]
What is it? What?
PIPER
[watching her]
Why,--what may come to pass
Here in the heart. There is one very charm--
BARBARA
Oh!
PIPER
Are you brave?
BARBARA
[awe-struck]
Oh!
PIPER
[slowly]
Will you drink the philter?
BARBARA
'Tis. . . some enchantment?
PIPER
[mysteriously]
'T is a love philter.
BARBARA
Oh, tell me first--
PIPER
Why, sooth, the only charm
In it, is Love. It is clear well-water.
BARBARA
[disappointed]
Only well-water?
PIPER
Love is only Love.
It must be philters, then?
[He comes down smiling and beckons to MICHAEL, who draws near, bewildered.
This lady thirsts
For magic!
[He ties a long green scarf that he has over his shoulder, to a
water-jar, and lowers it down the old well; while BARBARA watches,
awe-struck. He continues to sing softly.
_Mind your eyes_,
_Tune your tongue_;
_Let it never he said_,
_But sung,--but sung_!--
MICHAEL
[to BARBARA, timidly]
I am glad at least, fair lady,
To think how my poor show did give you pleasure
That day--that day when--
BARBARA
Ah! that day of doom!
MICHAEL
What is your will?
BARBARA
[passionately]
I know not; and I care not!
[Apart]
Oh, it is true.
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