Duke. But of my own creation, lady. Jul. Am I betrayed? Nay, do not play the fool! Jul. And the attendants who have waited on us Duke. They were my friends; who, having done ny business, Are gone about their own. Jul. Why, then, 'tis clear. That I was ever born! What are you, sir? Duke. I am an honest man - that may content you. Young, nor ill-favour'd - should not that content you? Jul. I will go home! ८ Duke. You are at home, already. Jul. I'll not endure it! But remember this Duke, or no duke, I'll be a duchess, sir! Duke. A duchess! You shall be a queen, to all Who, by the courtesy, will call you so. When you have learned to wait upon yourself. Jul. To wait upon myself! Must I bear this? I could tear out my eyes, that bade you woo me, And bite my tongue in two, for saying yes! Duke. And if you should, 'twould grow again. I think, to be an honest yeoman's wife (For such my would-be duchess, you will find me). You were cut out by nature. Jul You will find, then, That education, sir, has spoilt me for it. Duke. I think 'twill happen, wife. Your noble palace clean ? Duke. Those taper fingers Will do it daintily. Jul. And dress your victuals (If there be any)?-Oh! I could go mad! Duke. And mend my hose, and darn my nightcaps neatly: Wait, like an echo, till you're spoken to Jul. Or like a clock, talk only once an hour? Duke. Or like a dial; for that quietly Performs its work, and never speaks at all. Jul. To feed your poultry and your hogs! - Oh, monstrous! And when I stir abroad, on great occasions Carry a squeaking tithe pig to the vicar; Or jolt with higglers' wives the market trot Duke. Excellent! How well you sum the duties of a wife! Duke. When they talk of you and me, Darby and Joan shall no more be remembered:- Duke. Oh, no! We'll have no vixens, Jul. I'll not bear it! I'll to my father's! Duke. Gently: you forget You are a perfect stranger to the road. Jul. My wrongs will find a way, or make one. Duke. Softly! You stir not hence, except to take the air; And then I'll breathe it with you. Jul. What, confine me? Duke. 'T would be unsafe to trust you yet abroad. Jul. Am I a truant schoolboy? Duke. Nay, not so; But you must keep your bounds. The man that lays his hand upon a woman, father Jul. Well, if I may not travel to my Duke. You will find them In the next room. A word, before you go Jul. Your fortune! Duke. Peace! -No fooling, idle woman! To love, to honour, cherish, and protect you. To fret, and worry and torment each other, And give a keener edge to our hard fate By sharp upbraidings, and perpetual jars?— (Waked from a dream of grandeur, to depend To soothe the taste of fortune's lowliness With sweet consent, and mutual fond endearment? Now to your chamber write whate'er you please; But pause before you stain the spotless paper, Jul. Why, what a patient worm you take me for! For a right woman, full of her own sex; Who, when she suffers wrong, will speak her anger: By the proud reason of superior man, To be taught patience, when her swelling heart Duke. Why, let the flood rage on! There is no tide in woman's wildest passion But hath an ebb. — I've broke the ice, however. Write to her father! She may write a folio But if she send it!-'T will divert her spleen, Perchance she may have fits! — They are seldom mortal, Though I have heard some husbands say, and wisely, A woman's honor is her safest guard, Yet there's some virtue in a lock and key. So, thus begins our honeymoon. 'Tis well! For the first fortnight, ruder than March winds, Like April she may wear a changeful face Of storm and sunshine: and when that is past, She will break glorious as unclouded May; And where the thorns grew bare, the spreading blossoms Whilst others, for a month's delirious joy Buy a dull age of penance, we, more wisely, John Tobin When? How? and Why? When did Johnnie die, birdie When did Johnnie die? The earth was aglow with blossoms, With music of countless birds; How did Johnnie die, birdie? His dear, blue eyes, that widened Were looking down on him! But with hands outstretched to those angels, Why died our little Johnnie? To the Gracious One on High, 13 Grace Brown. |