PrefaceDuring the last year I have spent much time altering
wrapped up in dreams of terrors to come That he can give no help.
You have still some way, But I can put you on the trodden path Your servants take when they are marketing. But first sit down and rest yourself awhile, For my old fathers served your fathers, lady, Longer than books can tell--and it were strange If you and yours should not be welcome here.
And it were stranger still were I ungrateful For such kind welcome--but I must be gone, For the night's gathering in.
It is a long while Since I've set eyes on bread or on what buys it.
So you are starving even in this wood, Where I had thought I would find nothing changed. But that's a dream, for the old worm o' the world Can eat its way into what place it pleases.
(She gives money.)
Beautiful lady, give me something too; I fell but now, being weak with hunger and thirst And lay upon the threshold like a log.