"'Ha!' said I, 'was it you that cried danger? What danger is there?' "'Danger, brother, there is no danger; what danger should there be? I called to my little dog, but that was in the wood; my little dog's name is not danger, but stranger; what danger should there be, brother.' "'What, indeed, except in sleeping beneath a tree; what is that you have got in your hand?' "'Something for you,' said the girl, sitting down and proceeding to untie a white napkin; 'a pretty manricli, so sweet, so nice; when I went home to my people I told my grandbebee how kind you had been to the poor person's child, and when my grandbebee saw the kekaubi, she said, "Hir mi devlis, it won't do for the poor people to be ungrateful; by my God, I will bake a cake for the young harko mescro."' "'But there are two cakes.' "'Yes, brother, two cakes, both for you; my grandbebee meant them both for you--but list, brother, I will have one of them for bringing them. I know you will give me one, pretty brother, grey-haired brother--which shall I have, brother?' "In the napkin were two round cakes, seemingly made of rich and costly compounds, and precisely similar in form, each weighing about half a pound. "'Which shall I have, brother?' said the Gypsy girl. "'Whichever you please.' "'No, brother, no, the cakes are yours, not mine, it is for you to say.' "'Well, then, give me the one nearest you, and take the other.' "'Yes, brother, yes,' said the girl; and taking the cakes, she flung them into the air two or three times, catching them as they fell, and singing the while. 'Pretty brother, grey-haired brother--here, brother,' said she, 'here is your cake, this other is mine. . . .'" I cannot afford to quote the whole passage, but it is at once as real and as phantasmal as the witch scene in "Macbeth." He eats the poisoned cake and lies deadly sick. Mrs. Herne and Leonora came to see the effect of the poison: "'Ha, ha! bebee, and here he lies, poisoned like a hog.' "'You have taken drows, sir,' said Mrs. Herne; 'do you hear, sir? drows; tip him a stave, child, of the song of poison.' "And thereupon the girl clapped her hands, and sang-- "The Rommany churl And the Rommany girl To-morrow shall hie To poison the sty, And bewitch on the mead The farmer's steed." "'Do you hear that, sir?' said Mrs. Herne; 'the child has tipped you a stave of the song of poison: that is, she has sung it Christianly, though perhaps you would like to hear it Romanly; you were always fond of what was Roman. Tip it him Romanly, child.'" It is not much use to remark on "the uncolloquial vocabulary of the speakers." Iago's vocabulary is not colloquial when he says: "Not poppy nor mandragora Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep That thou ow'dst yesterday."