Come, Agatha! I care not to be seen Walking in public with these witches.
True, My future lover, last St. Andrew's E'en, In flesh and blood she brought
And mine she show'd me also in the glass, A soldier's figure, with companions
bold; I look around, I seek him as I pass, In vain, his form I nowhere can
Fortress with turrets And walls high in air, Damsel disdainful, Haughty and
fair, There be my prey! Bold is the venture, Costly the pay!
Hark how the trumpet Thither doth call us, Where either pleasure Or death
may befall us. Hail to the tumult! Life's in the field! Damsel and fortress To us