TRESHAM. The last great yew-tree?

GERARD. You might stand upon
The main boughs like a platform. Then he...

TRESHAM. Quick!

GERARD. Climbs up, and, where they lessen at the top,
--I cannot see distinctly, but he throws,
I think--for this I do not vouch--a line
That reaches to the lady's casement--

TRESHAM. --Which
He enters not! Gerard, some wretched fool
Dares pry into my sister's privacy!
When such are young, it seems a precious thing
To have approached,--to merely have approached,
Got sight of the abode of her they set
Their frantic thoughts upon. Ha does not enter?
Gerard?

GERARD. There is a lamp that's full i' the midst.
Under a red square in the painted glass
Of Lady Mildred's...

TRESHAM. Leave that name out! Well?
That lamp?

GERARD. Is moved at midnight higher up