Cursed be these twisted lanes ! I have iniaged the clue
Of the close labyriuth. Nowhere in sight,
Jost when I lack it, a stray gaberdine
To pick me up raj thread. Tet when I haste
Through these blind streets, onwishfal to be spied,
Some dozen hawk - eyes peering o'er orook'd beaks
Leer recognition, and obsequious caps
Do kiss the stones to greet my princeship. Bah !
Strange, 'midst such refuse sleeps so white a
At hut, here shuffles one.

Give you good even !
Sir, can you help me to the nighest way
Unto the merchant's house, Sllsskiiid von Orb ?
Whence come you knowing not the high brick wall,
Without, blank as my palm, o' the inner side,
Muring a palace ? But — do you wish bini well ?
He is my friend — we must be wary, wary,