4.4
[THE KNAVE’s house. Enter THE KNAVE]
THE KNAVE
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Methought I waked to find I could be bound in a satchel of infinite space, only to trip upon a cloud, to fall eight miles high and tear my mind on a jagged sky. Most peculiar.
Then was I found by night-watch constable,
Who liked my jerkin not, and told me thus,
And cast me from his beach community.
And eagles gazed upon with every eye;
And O, I hate the cursèd eagles, man.
[Enter MAUDE]
It is my lady friend, it is my love.
MAUDE
Come, thou spirit that tends on mortal thoughts,
Come lie with me under the greenwood tree
And know the heat of a luxurious bed
And in our faults by lies we’ll flattered be.
THE KNAVE
My Maude is now the queen of special ladies,
Attired in a robe that is mine own.
[They kiss, and lay down]