Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley [A Horn Is Sounded.]

English poem

[A Horn Is Sounded.]

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LUCRETIA: Hark, ’tis the castle horn: my God! it sounds Like the last trump.

BEATRICE: Some tedious guest is coming.

LUCRETIA: The drawbridge is let down; there is a tramp Of horses in the court; fly, hide yourselves!