Be all together, dressed as now we are, Assembled at the distant, dusky end Of that most pleasant pathway of the glen, Where lovers, shaded by a green arcade, Wander toward eventide, slow, silently. May. The Alley of Sighs. Edmund. So is it called, I think. Bellona. What there to do, I pray you? Edmund. I know not: Plan nothing, and you'll see a wondrous plot. Meantime, unmask, and let us see ourselves. [They unmask. Now, call our names. They go out, repeating their new names. Mary-Jane and May Montgomery re-enter immediately. May. Sweet mother, do you know how well you look? They all think you at least as young as I. Mary-Jane. My darling, it is you who keep me young: The world is young while you are fresh and fair. I was eighteen when you were born, my dear: I'm more than twice your age, for you're sixteen. May. Which no one will believe.--To think that I At fifteen should be loved with such a love As poor Earl Edmund's was!--Now, Mary-Jane, Do you intend to play in this new game? Mary-Jane. I think they merely mean a passing joke. May. O no! it is to be an earnest joke. Do let them call me May Montgomery! Besides, he whom I am to call Earl Edmund Has got his eyes and voice--indeed he has. Mary-Jane. Well, we will go to-morrow to the glen: I like the company of sprightly men: And you will have this earl to clarify The sorrow-shaded cheek and tear-dimmed eye. May. O Mary-Jane, I am a widow too! I'll never wed another; nor will you. [They go out. Re-enter Earl Edmund. Edmund. She looks at me perplexed and wistfully; But I am certain that she knows me not. How should she! When her memory might have caught A faithful copy of me, love, unrisen, Shrank from the dawn: and so it is that now When love has flooded all her life, the shape Conceived of me within her inmost heart Must be the picture of a false ideal: I dread to think how fine a thing she loves. I'm glad she cannot pierce my sanguine mood, And find the haggard child of pain and care, Who, pain being dead, and in pale care's despite, Has laughed himself to pleasant looks and strength. Of my identity the sudden news Would to my suit hardly be suitable: Wherefore I'll fall upon some easy course, And gently glide unfelt into her heart. [Goes out. ACT II SCENE.--The Alley of Sighs. Enter Ringan Deane and Annie Smith.