Past question antecedent to Jerusalem.
Past question antecedent to Jerusalem.
Past question antecedent to Jerusalem.
Past question antecedent to Jerusalem.
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
Yes, ’twas already famous when MethusalemHis picture-books and rattles tore and flung—
Yes, ’twas already famous when MethusalemHis picture-books and rattles tore and flung—
Yes, ’twas already famous when MethusalemHis picture-books and rattles tore and flung—
Yes, ’twas already famous when Methusalem
His picture-books and rattles tore and flung—
Miss Jay[triumphantly].
Miss Jay[triumphantly].
Miss Jay[triumphantly].
And Love is in its very nature young!To find a likeness there is pretty bold.
And Love is in its very nature young!To find a likeness there is pretty bold.
And Love is in its very nature young!To find a likeness there is pretty bold.
And Love is in its very nature young!
To find a likeness there is pretty bold.
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
No; Love, in truth, is also very old;That principle we here no more disputeThan do the folks of Rio or Beyrout.Nay, there are those from Cayenne to Caithness,Who stand upon its everlastingness;—Well, that may be a slight exaggeration,But old it is beyond all estimation.
No; Love, in truth, is also very old;That principle we here no more disputeThan do the folks of Rio or Beyrout.Nay, there are those from Cayenne to Caithness,Who stand upon its everlastingness;—Well, that may be a slight exaggeration,But old it is beyond all estimation.
No; Love, in truth, is also very old;That principle we here no more disputeThan do the folks of Rio or Beyrout.Nay, there are those from Cayenne to Caithness,Who stand upon its everlastingness;—Well, that may be a slight exaggeration,But old it is beyond all estimation.
No; Love, in truth, is also very old;
That principle we here no more dispute
Than do the folks of Rio or Beyrout.
Nay, there are those from Cayenne to Caithness,
Who stand upon its everlastingness;—
Well, that may be a slight exaggeration,
But old it is beyond all estimation.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
But Love is all alike; whereas we seeBoth good and bad and middling kinds of tea!
But Love is all alike; whereas we seeBoth good and bad and middling kinds of tea!
But Love is all alike; whereas we seeBoth good and bad and middling kinds of tea!
But Love is all alike; whereas we see
Both good and bad and middling kinds of tea!
Mrs. Strawman.
Mrs. Strawman.
Mrs. Strawman.
Yes, they sell tea of many qualities.
Yes, they sell tea of many qualities.
Yes, they sell tea of many qualities.
Yes, they sell tea of many qualities.
Anna.
Anna.
Anna.
The green spring shoots I count the very first—
The green spring shoots I count the very first—
The green spring shoots I count the very first—
The green spring shoots I count the very first—
Svanhild.
Svanhild.
Svanhild.
Those serve to quench celestial daughters’ thirst.
Those serve to quench celestial daughters’ thirst.
Those serve to quench celestial daughters’ thirst.
Those serve to quench celestial daughters’ thirst.
A Young Lady.
A Young Lady.
A Young Lady.
Witching as ether fumes they say it is—
Witching as ether fumes they say it is—
Witching as ether fumes they say it is—
Witching as ether fumes they say it is—
Another.
Another.
Another.
Balmy as lotus, sweet as almond, clear—
Balmy as lotus, sweet as almond, clear—
Balmy as lotus, sweet as almond, clear—
Balmy as lotus, sweet as almond, clear—
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
That’s not an article we deal in here.
That’s not an article we deal in here.
That’s not an article we deal in here.
That’s not an article we deal in here.
Falk[who has meanwhile come down from the verandah].
Falk[who has meanwhile come down from the verandah].
Falk[who has meanwhile come down from the verandah].
Ah, ladies, every mortal has a smallPrivate celestial empire in his heart.There bud such shoots in thousands, kept apartBy Shyness’s soon shatter’d Chinese Wall.But in her dim fantastic temple bowerThe little Chinese puppet sits and sighs,A dream of far-off wonders in her eyes—And in her hand a golden tulip flower.Forherthe tender firstling tendrils grew;—Rich crop or meagre, what is that to you?Instead of it we get an after cropThey kick the tree for, dust and stalk and stem,—As hemp to silk beside what goes to them—
Ah, ladies, every mortal has a smallPrivate celestial empire in his heart.There bud such shoots in thousands, kept apartBy Shyness’s soon shatter’d Chinese Wall.But in her dim fantastic temple bowerThe little Chinese puppet sits and sighs,A dream of far-off wonders in her eyes—And in her hand a golden tulip flower.Forherthe tender firstling tendrils grew;—Rich crop or meagre, what is that to you?Instead of it we get an after cropThey kick the tree for, dust and stalk and stem,—As hemp to silk beside what goes to them—
Ah, ladies, every mortal has a smallPrivate celestial empire in his heart.There bud such shoots in thousands, kept apartBy Shyness’s soon shatter’d Chinese Wall.But in her dim fantastic temple bowerThe little Chinese puppet sits and sighs,A dream of far-off wonders in her eyes—And in her hand a golden tulip flower.Forherthe tender firstling tendrils grew;—Rich crop or meagre, what is that to you?Instead of it we get an after cropThey kick the tree for, dust and stalk and stem,—As hemp to silk beside what goes to them—
Ah, ladies, every mortal has a small
Private celestial empire in his heart.
There bud such shoots in thousands, kept apart
By Shyness’s soon shatter’d Chinese Wall.
But in her dim fantastic temple bower
The little Chinese puppet sits and sighs,
A dream of far-off wonders in her eyes—
And in her hand a golden tulip flower.
Forherthe tender firstling tendrils grew;—
Rich crop or meagre, what is that to you?
Instead of it we get an after crop
They kick the tree for, dust and stalk and stem,—
As hemp to silk beside what goes to them—
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
That is the black tea.
That is the black tea.
That is the black tea.
That is the black tea.
Falk[nodding].
Falk[nodding].
Falk[nodding].
That’s what fills the shop.
That’s what fills the shop.
That’s what fills the shop.
That’s what fills the shop.
A Gentleman.
A Gentleman.
A Gentleman.
There’s beef tea too, that Holberg says a word of—
There’s beef tea too, that Holberg says a word of—
There’s beef tea too, that Holberg says a word of—
There’s beef tea too, that Holberg says a word of—
Miss Jay[sharply].
Miss Jay[sharply].
Miss Jay[sharply].
To modern taste entirely out of date.
To modern taste entirely out of date.
To modern taste entirely out of date.
To modern taste entirely out of date.
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
And abeef lovehas equally been heard of,Wont—in romances—to brow-beat its mate,And still they say its trace may be detectedAmongst the henpecked of the married state.In short there’s likeness where ’twas least expected.So, as you know, an ancient proverb tells,That something ever passes from the teaOf the bouquet that lodges in its cells,If it be carried hither over sea.It must across the desert and the hills,—Pay toll to Cossack and to Russian tills;—It gets their stamp and licence, that’s enough,We buy it as the true and genuine stuff.But has not Love the self-same path to fare?Across Life’s desert? How the world would raveAnd shriek if you or I should boldly bearOur Love by way of Freedom’s ocean wave!“Good heavens, his moral savour’s passed away,“And quite dispersed Legality’s bouquet!”—
And abeef lovehas equally been heard of,Wont—in romances—to brow-beat its mate,And still they say its trace may be detectedAmongst the henpecked of the married state.In short there’s likeness where ’twas least expected.So, as you know, an ancient proverb tells,That something ever passes from the teaOf the bouquet that lodges in its cells,If it be carried hither over sea.It must across the desert and the hills,—Pay toll to Cossack and to Russian tills;—It gets their stamp and licence, that’s enough,We buy it as the true and genuine stuff.But has not Love the self-same path to fare?Across Life’s desert? How the world would raveAnd shriek if you or I should boldly bearOur Love by way of Freedom’s ocean wave!“Good heavens, his moral savour’s passed away,“And quite dispersed Legality’s bouquet!”—
And abeef lovehas equally been heard of,Wont—in romances—to brow-beat its mate,And still they say its trace may be detectedAmongst the henpecked of the married state.In short there’s likeness where ’twas least expected.So, as you know, an ancient proverb tells,That something ever passes from the teaOf the bouquet that lodges in its cells,If it be carried hither over sea.It must across the desert and the hills,—Pay toll to Cossack and to Russian tills;—It gets their stamp and licence, that’s enough,We buy it as the true and genuine stuff.But has not Love the self-same path to fare?Across Life’s desert? How the world would raveAnd shriek if you or I should boldly bearOur Love by way of Freedom’s ocean wave!“Good heavens, his moral savour’s passed away,“And quite dispersed Legality’s bouquet!”—
And abeef lovehas equally been heard of,
Wont—in romances—to brow-beat its mate,
And still they say its trace may be detected
Amongst the henpecked of the married state.
In short there’s likeness where ’twas least expected.
So, as you know, an ancient proverb tells,
That something ever passes from the tea
Of the bouquet that lodges in its cells,
If it be carried hither over sea.
It must across the desert and the hills,—
Pay toll to Cossack and to Russian tills;—
It gets their stamp and licence, that’s enough,
We buy it as the true and genuine stuff.
But has not Love the self-same path to fare?
Across Life’s desert? How the world would rave
And shriek if you or I should boldly bear
Our Love by way of Freedom’s ocean wave!
“Good heavens, his moral savour’s passed away,
“And quite dispersed Legality’s bouquet!”—
Strawman[rising].
Strawman[rising].
Strawman[rising].
Yes, happily,—in every moral landSuch wares continue to be contraband!
Yes, happily,—in every moral landSuch wares continue to be contraband!
Yes, happily,—in every moral landSuch wares continue to be contraband!
Yes, happily,—in every moral land
Such wares continue to be contraband!
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
Yes, to pass current here, Love must have cross’dThe great Siberian waste of regulations,Fann’d by no breath of ocean to its cost;It must produce official attestationsFrom friends and kindred, devils of relations,From church curators, organist and clerk,And other fine folks—over and aboveThe primal licence which God gave to Love.—And then the last great point of likeness;—markHow heavily the hand of culture weighsUpon that far Celestial domain;Its power is shatter’d, and its wall decays,The last true Mandarin’s strangled; hands profaneAlready are put forth to share the spoil;Soon the Sun’s realm will be a legend vain,An idle tale incredible to sense;The world is gray in gray—we’ve flung the soilOn buried Faery,—we have made her mound.But if we have,—then where can Love be found?Alas, Love also is departed hence![Lifts his cup.Well let him go, since so the times decree;—A health to Amor, late of Earth,—in tea![He drains his cup; indignant murmurs amongst the company.
Yes, to pass current here, Love must have cross’dThe great Siberian waste of regulations,Fann’d by no breath of ocean to its cost;It must produce official attestationsFrom friends and kindred, devils of relations,From church curators, organist and clerk,And other fine folks—over and aboveThe primal licence which God gave to Love.—And then the last great point of likeness;—markHow heavily the hand of culture weighsUpon that far Celestial domain;Its power is shatter’d, and its wall decays,The last true Mandarin’s strangled; hands profaneAlready are put forth to share the spoil;Soon the Sun’s realm will be a legend vain,An idle tale incredible to sense;The world is gray in gray—we’ve flung the soilOn buried Faery,—we have made her mound.But if we have,—then where can Love be found?Alas, Love also is departed hence![Lifts his cup.Well let him go, since so the times decree;—A health to Amor, late of Earth,—in tea![He drains his cup; indignant murmurs amongst the company.
Yes, to pass current here, Love must have cross’dThe great Siberian waste of regulations,Fann’d by no breath of ocean to its cost;It must produce official attestationsFrom friends and kindred, devils of relations,From church curators, organist and clerk,And other fine folks—over and aboveThe primal licence which God gave to Love.—And then the last great point of likeness;—markHow heavily the hand of culture weighsUpon that far Celestial domain;Its power is shatter’d, and its wall decays,The last true Mandarin’s strangled; hands profaneAlready are put forth to share the spoil;Soon the Sun’s realm will be a legend vain,An idle tale incredible to sense;The world is gray in gray—we’ve flung the soilOn buried Faery,—we have made her mound.But if we have,—then where can Love be found?Alas, Love also is departed hence![Lifts his cup.Well let him go, since so the times decree;—A health to Amor, late of Earth,—in tea![He drains his cup; indignant murmurs amongst the company.
Yes, to pass current here, Love must have cross’d
The great Siberian waste of regulations,
Fann’d by no breath of ocean to its cost;
It must produce official attestations
From friends and kindred, devils of relations,
From church curators, organist and clerk,
And other fine folks—over and above
The primal licence which God gave to Love.—
And then the last great point of likeness;—mark
How heavily the hand of culture weighs
Upon that far Celestial domain;
Its power is shatter’d, and its wall decays,
The last true Mandarin’s strangled; hands profane
Already are put forth to share the spoil;
Soon the Sun’s realm will be a legend vain,
An idle tale incredible to sense;
The world is gray in gray—we’ve flung the soil
On buried Faery,—we have made her mound.
But if we have,—then where can Love be found?
Alas, Love also is departed hence!
[Lifts his cup.
Well let him go, since so the times decree;—
A health to Amor, late of Earth,—in tea!
[He drains his cup; indignant murmurs amongst the company.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
A very odd expression! “Dead” indeed!
A very odd expression! “Dead” indeed!
A very odd expression! “Dead” indeed!
A very odd expression! “Dead” indeed!
The Ladies.
The Ladies.
The Ladies.
To say that Love is dead—!
To say that Love is dead—!
To say that Love is dead—!
To say that Love is dead—!
Strawman.
Strawman.
Strawman.
Why, here you seeHim sitting, rosy, round and sound, at tea,In all conditions! Here in her sable weedThe widow—
Why, here you seeHim sitting, rosy, round and sound, at tea,In all conditions! Here in her sable weedThe widow—
Why, here you seeHim sitting, rosy, round and sound, at tea,In all conditions! Here in her sable weedThe widow—
Why, here you see
Him sitting, rosy, round and sound, at tea,
In all conditions! Here in her sable weed
The widow—
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Here a couple, true and tried,—
Here a couple, true and tried,—
Here a couple, true and tried,—
Here a couple, true and tried,—
Stiver.
Stiver.
Stiver.
With many ample pledges fortified.
With many ample pledges fortified.
With many ample pledges fortified.
With many ample pledges fortified.
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
Then Love’s light cavalry, of maid and man,The plighted pairs in order—
Then Love’s light cavalry, of maid and man,The plighted pairs in order—
Then Love’s light cavalry, of maid and man,The plighted pairs in order—
Then Love’s light cavalry, of maid and man,
The plighted pairs in order—
Strawman.
Strawman.
Strawman.
In the vanThe veterans, whose troth has laughed to scornThe tooth of Time—
In the vanThe veterans, whose troth has laughed to scornThe tooth of Time—
In the vanThe veterans, whose troth has laughed to scornThe tooth of Time—
In the van
The veterans, whose troth has laughed to scorn
The tooth of Time—
Miss Jay[hastily interrupting].
Miss Jay[hastily interrupting].
Miss Jay[hastily interrupting].
And then the babes new-born—The little novices of yester-morn—
And then the babes new-born—The little novices of yester-morn—
And then the babes new-born—The little novices of yester-morn—
And then the babes new-born—
The little novices of yester-morn—
Strawman.
Strawman.
Strawman.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, in a word,Are here; the truth is patent, past all doubt,It can be clutched and handled, seen and heard,—
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, in a word,Are here; the truth is patent, past all doubt,It can be clutched and handled, seen and heard,—
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, in a word,Are here; the truth is patent, past all doubt,It can be clutched and handled, seen and heard,—
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, in a word,
Are here; the truth is patent, past all doubt,
It can be clutched and handled, seen and heard,—
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
What then?
What then?
What then?
What then?
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
And yet you want to thrust it out!
And yet you want to thrust it out!
And yet you want to thrust it out!
And yet you want to thrust it out!
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
Madam, you quite mistake. In all I spokeI cast no doubt on anything you claim;But I would fain remind you that, from smoke,We cannot logically argue flame.That men are married, and have children, IHave no desire whatever to deny;Nor do I dream of doubting that such thingsAre in the world as troth and wedding-rings;That billets-doux some tender hands inditeAnd seal with pairs of turtle doves that—fight;That sweethearts swarm in cottage and in hall,That chocolate rewards the wedding-call;That usage and convention have decreed,In every point, how “Lovers” shall proceed:—But, heavens! We’ve majors also by the score,Arsenals heaped with muniments of war,With spurs and howitzers and drums and shot,But what does that permit us to infer?That we have men who dangle swords, but notThat they will wield the weapons that they wear.Tho’ all the plain with gleaming tents you crowd,Does that make heroes of the men they shroud?
Madam, you quite mistake. In all I spokeI cast no doubt on anything you claim;But I would fain remind you that, from smoke,We cannot logically argue flame.That men are married, and have children, IHave no desire whatever to deny;Nor do I dream of doubting that such thingsAre in the world as troth and wedding-rings;That billets-doux some tender hands inditeAnd seal with pairs of turtle doves that—fight;That sweethearts swarm in cottage and in hall,That chocolate rewards the wedding-call;That usage and convention have decreed,In every point, how “Lovers” shall proceed:—But, heavens! We’ve majors also by the score,Arsenals heaped with muniments of war,With spurs and howitzers and drums and shot,But what does that permit us to infer?That we have men who dangle swords, but notThat they will wield the weapons that they wear.Tho’ all the plain with gleaming tents you crowd,Does that make heroes of the men they shroud?
Madam, you quite mistake. In all I spokeI cast no doubt on anything you claim;But I would fain remind you that, from smoke,We cannot logically argue flame.That men are married, and have children, IHave no desire whatever to deny;Nor do I dream of doubting that such thingsAre in the world as troth and wedding-rings;That billets-doux some tender hands inditeAnd seal with pairs of turtle doves that—fight;That sweethearts swarm in cottage and in hall,That chocolate rewards the wedding-call;That usage and convention have decreed,In every point, how “Lovers” shall proceed:—But, heavens! We’ve majors also by the score,Arsenals heaped with muniments of war,With spurs and howitzers and drums and shot,But what does that permit us to infer?That we have men who dangle swords, but notThat they will wield the weapons that they wear.Tho’ all the plain with gleaming tents you crowd,Does that make heroes of the men they shroud?
Madam, you quite mistake. In all I spoke
I cast no doubt on anything you claim;
But I would fain remind you that, from smoke,
We cannot logically argue flame.
That men are married, and have children, I
Have no desire whatever to deny;
Nor do I dream of doubting that such things
Are in the world as troth and wedding-rings;
That billets-doux some tender hands indite
And seal with pairs of turtle doves that—fight;
That sweethearts swarm in cottage and in hall,
That chocolate rewards the wedding-call;
That usage and convention have decreed,
In every point, how “Lovers” shall proceed:—
But, heavens! We’ve majors also by the score,
Arsenals heaped with muniments of war,
With spurs and howitzers and drums and shot,
But what does that permit us to infer?
That we have men who dangle swords, but not
That they will wield the weapons that they wear.
Tho’ all the plain with gleaming tents you crowd,
Does that make heroes of the men they shroud?
Strawman.
Strawman.
Strawman.
Well, all in moderation; I must own,It is not quite conducive to the truthThat we should paint the enamourment of youthSo bright, as if—ahem—it stood alone.Love-making still a frail foundation is.Only the snuggery of wedded blissProvides a rock where Love may builded beIn unassailable security.
Well, all in moderation; I must own,It is not quite conducive to the truthThat we should paint the enamourment of youthSo bright, as if—ahem—it stood alone.Love-making still a frail foundation is.Only the snuggery of wedded blissProvides a rock where Love may builded beIn unassailable security.
Well, all in moderation; I must own,It is not quite conducive to the truthThat we should paint the enamourment of youthSo bright, as if—ahem—it stood alone.Love-making still a frail foundation is.Only the snuggery of wedded blissProvides a rock where Love may builded beIn unassailable security.
Well, all in moderation; I must own,
It is not quite conducive to the truth
That we should paint the enamourment of youth
So bright, as if—ahem—it stood alone.
Love-making still a frail foundation is.
Only the snuggery of wedded bliss
Provides a rock where Love may builded be
In unassailable security.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
There I entirely differ. In my view,A free accord of lovers, heart with heart,Who hold together, having leave to part,Gives the best warrant that their love is true.
There I entirely differ. In my view,A free accord of lovers, heart with heart,Who hold together, having leave to part,Gives the best warrant that their love is true.
There I entirely differ. In my view,A free accord of lovers, heart with heart,Who hold together, having leave to part,Gives the best warrant that their love is true.
There I entirely differ. In my view,
A free accord of lovers, heart with heart,
Who hold together, having leave to part,
Gives the best warrant that their love is true.
Anna[warmly].
Anna[warmly].
Anna[warmly].
O no—Love’s bond when it is fresh and youngIs of a stuff more precious and more strong.
O no—Love’s bond when it is fresh and youngIs of a stuff more precious and more strong.
O no—Love’s bond when it is fresh and youngIs of a stuff more precious and more strong.
O no—Love’s bond when it is fresh and young
Is of a stuff more precious and more strong.
Lind[thoughtfully].
Lind[thoughtfully].
Lind[thoughtfully].
Possibly the ideal flower may blow,Even as that snowdrop,—hidden by the snow.
Possibly the ideal flower may blow,Even as that snowdrop,—hidden by the snow.
Possibly the ideal flower may blow,Even as that snowdrop,—hidden by the snow.
Possibly the ideal flower may blow,
Even as that snowdrop,—hidden by the snow.
Falk[with a sudden outburst].
Falk[with a sudden outburst].
Falk[with a sudden outburst].
You fallen Adam! There a heart was cleftWith longing for the Eden it has left!
You fallen Adam! There a heart was cleftWith longing for the Eden it has left!
You fallen Adam! There a heart was cleftWith longing for the Eden it has left!
You fallen Adam! There a heart was cleft
With longing for the Eden it has left!
Lind.
Lind.
Lind.
What stuff!
What stuff!
What stuff!
What stuff!
Mrs. Halm[offended, toFalk,rising].
Mrs. Halm[offended, toFalk,rising].
Mrs. Halm[offended, toFalk,rising].
’Tis not a very friendly actTo stir a quarrel where we’ve made a peace.As for your friend’s good fortune, be at ease—
’Tis not a very friendly actTo stir a quarrel where we’ve made a peace.As for your friend’s good fortune, be at ease—
’Tis not a very friendly actTo stir a quarrel where we’ve made a peace.As for your friend’s good fortune, be at ease—
’Tis not a very friendly act
To stir a quarrel where we’ve made a peace.
As for your friend’s good fortune, be at ease—
Some Ladies.
Some Ladies.
Some Ladies.
Nay that’s assured—
Nay that’s assured—
Nay that’s assured—
Nay that’s assured—
Others.
Others.
Others.
A very certain fact.
A very certain fact.
A very certain fact.
A very certain fact.
Mrs. Halm.
Mrs. Halm.
Mrs. Halm.
The cooking-class at school, I must confess,She did not take; but she shall learn it still.
The cooking-class at school, I must confess,She did not take; but she shall learn it still.
The cooking-class at school, I must confess,She did not take; but she shall learn it still.
The cooking-class at school, I must confess,
She did not take; but she shall learn it still.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
With her own hands she’s trimming her own dress
With her own hands she’s trimming her own dress
With her own hands she’s trimming her own dress
With her own hands she’s trimming her own dress
An Aunt[pattingAnna’shand].
An Aunt[pattingAnna’shand].
An Aunt[pattingAnna’shand].
And growing exquisitely sensible.
And growing exquisitely sensible.
And growing exquisitely sensible.
And growing exquisitely sensible.
Falk[laughing aloud].
Falk[laughing aloud].
Falk[laughing aloud].
O parody of sense, that rives and rendsIn maniac dance upon the lips of friends!Was it good sense he wanted? Or a she-Professor of the lore of Cookery?A joyous son of springtime he came here,For the wild rosebud on the bush he burned.You reared the rosebud for him; he returned—And for his rose found what? The hip!
O parody of sense, that rives and rendsIn maniac dance upon the lips of friends!Was it good sense he wanted? Or a she-Professor of the lore of Cookery?A joyous son of springtime he came here,For the wild rosebud on the bush he burned.You reared the rosebud for him; he returned—And for his rose found what? The hip!
O parody of sense, that rives and rendsIn maniac dance upon the lips of friends!Was it good sense he wanted? Or a she-Professor of the lore of Cookery?A joyous son of springtime he came here,For the wild rosebud on the bush he burned.You reared the rosebud for him; he returned—And for his rose found what? The hip!
O parody of sense, that rives and rends
In maniac dance upon the lips of friends!
Was it good sense he wanted? Or a she-
Professor of the lore of Cookery?
A joyous son of springtime he came here,
For the wild rosebud on the bush he burned.
You reared the rosebud for him; he returned—
And for his rose found what? The hip!
Miss Jay[offended].
Miss Jay[offended].
Miss Jay[offended].
You jeer!
You jeer!
You jeer!
You jeer!
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
A useful household condiment, heaven knows!But yet the hip was not his bridal rose.
A useful household condiment, heaven knows!But yet the hip was not his bridal rose.
A useful household condiment, heaven knows!But yet the hip was not his bridal rose.
A useful household condiment, heaven knows!
But yet the hip was not his bridal rose.
Mrs. Halm.
Mrs. Halm.
Mrs. Halm.
O, if it is a ball-room queen he wants,I’m very sorry; these are not their haunts.
O, if it is a ball-room queen he wants,I’m very sorry; these are not their haunts.
O, if it is a ball-room queen he wants,I’m very sorry; these are not their haunts.
O, if it is a ball-room queen he wants,
I’m very sorry; these are not their haunts.
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
O yes, I know the pretty coquetryThey carry on with “Domesticity.”It is a suckling of the mighty LieThat, like hop-tendrils, spreads itself on high., madam, reverently bare my headTo the ball queen; a child of beauty she—And the ideal’s golden woof is spreadIn ball-rooms, hardly in the nursery.
O yes, I know the pretty coquetryThey carry on with “Domesticity.”It is a suckling of the mighty LieThat, like hop-tendrils, spreads itself on high., madam, reverently bare my headTo the ball queen; a child of beauty she—And the ideal’s golden woof is spreadIn ball-rooms, hardly in the nursery.
O yes, I know the pretty coquetryThey carry on with “Domesticity.”It is a suckling of the mighty LieThat, like hop-tendrils, spreads itself on high., madam, reverently bare my headTo the ball queen; a child of beauty she—And the ideal’s golden woof is spreadIn ball-rooms, hardly in the nursery.
O yes, I know the pretty coquetry
They carry on with “Domesticity.”
It is a suckling of the mighty Lie
That, like hop-tendrils, spreads itself on high.
, madam, reverently bare my head
To the ball queen; a child of beauty she—
And the ideal’s golden woof is spread
In ball-rooms, hardly in the nursery.
Mrs. Halm[with suppressed bitterness].
Mrs. Halm[with suppressed bitterness].
Mrs. Halm[with suppressed bitterness].
Your conduct, sir, is easily explained;A plighted lover cannot be a friend;That is the kernel of the whole affair;I have a very large experience there.
Your conduct, sir, is easily explained;A plighted lover cannot be a friend;That is the kernel of the whole affair;I have a very large experience there.
Your conduct, sir, is easily explained;A plighted lover cannot be a friend;That is the kernel of the whole affair;I have a very large experience there.
Your conduct, sir, is easily explained;
A plighted lover cannot be a friend;
That is the kernel of the whole affair;
I have a very large experience there.
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
No doubt,—with seven nieces, each a wife—
No doubt,—with seven nieces, each a wife—
No doubt,—with seven nieces, each a wife—
No doubt,—with seven nieces, each a wife—
Mrs. Halm.
Mrs. Halm.
Mrs. Halm.
And each a happy wife—
And each a happy wife—
And each a happy wife—
And each a happy wife—
Falk[with emphasis].
Falk[with emphasis].
Falk[with emphasis].
Ah, do we know?
Ah, do we know?
Ah, do we know?
Ah, do we know?
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
How!
How!
How!
How!
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Mr. Falk!
Mr. Falk!
Mr. Falk!
Mr. Falk!
Lind.
Lind.
Lind.
Are you resolved to sowDissension?
Are you resolved to sowDissension?
Are you resolved to sowDissension?
Are you resolved to sow
Dissension?
Falk[vehemently].
Falk[vehemently].
Falk[vehemently].
Yes, war, discord, turmoil, strife!
Yes, war, discord, turmoil, strife!
Yes, war, discord, turmoil, strife!
Yes, war, discord, turmoil, strife!
Stiver.
Stiver.
Stiver.
What you, a lay, profane outsider here!
What you, a lay, profane outsider here!
What you, a lay, profane outsider here!
What you, a lay, profane outsider here!
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
No matter, still the battle-flag I’ll rear!Yes, it is war I mean with nail and toothAgainst the Lie with the tenacious root,The lie that you have fostered into fruit,For all its strutting in the guise of truth!
No matter, still the battle-flag I’ll rear!Yes, it is war I mean with nail and toothAgainst the Lie with the tenacious root,The lie that you have fostered into fruit,For all its strutting in the guise of truth!
No matter, still the battle-flag I’ll rear!Yes, it is war I mean with nail and toothAgainst the Lie with the tenacious root,The lie that you have fostered into fruit,For all its strutting in the guise of truth!
No matter, still the battle-flag I’ll rear!
Yes, it is war I mean with nail and tooth
Against the Lie with the tenacious root,
The lie that you have fostered into fruit,
For all its strutting in the guise of truth!
Stiver.
Stiver.
Stiver.
Against these groundless charges I protest,Reserving right of action—
Against these groundless charges I protest,Reserving right of action—
Against these groundless charges I protest,Reserving right of action—
Against these groundless charges I protest,
Reserving right of action—
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Do be still!
Do be still!
Do be still!
Do be still!
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
So then it is Love’s ever-running rillThat tells the widow what she once possess’d,—That very Love that, in the days gone by,Out of her language blotted “moan” and “sigh”!So then it is Love’s brimming tide that rollsAlong the placid veins of wedded souls,—That very Love that faced the iron sleet,Trampling inane Convention under feet,And scoffing at the impotent discreet!So then it is Love’s beauty-kindled flameThat keeps the plighted from the taint of timeYear after year! Ah yes, the very sameThat made our young bureaucrat blaze in rhyme!So it is Love’s young bliss that will not braveThe voyage over vaulted Ocean’s wave,But asks a sacrifice when, like the sun,Its face should fill with glory,makingone!Ah no, you vulgar prophets of the Lie,Give things the names we ought to know them by;Call widows’ passion—wanting what they miss,And wedlock’shabit—call it what it is!
So then it is Love’s ever-running rillThat tells the widow what she once possess’d,—That very Love that, in the days gone by,Out of her language blotted “moan” and “sigh”!So then it is Love’s brimming tide that rollsAlong the placid veins of wedded souls,—That very Love that faced the iron sleet,Trampling inane Convention under feet,And scoffing at the impotent discreet!So then it is Love’s beauty-kindled flameThat keeps the plighted from the taint of timeYear after year! Ah yes, the very sameThat made our young bureaucrat blaze in rhyme!So it is Love’s young bliss that will not braveThe voyage over vaulted Ocean’s wave,But asks a sacrifice when, like the sun,Its face should fill with glory,makingone!Ah no, you vulgar prophets of the Lie,Give things the names we ought to know them by;Call widows’ passion—wanting what they miss,And wedlock’shabit—call it what it is!
So then it is Love’s ever-running rillThat tells the widow what she once possess’d,—That very Love that, in the days gone by,Out of her language blotted “moan” and “sigh”!So then it is Love’s brimming tide that rollsAlong the placid veins of wedded souls,—That very Love that faced the iron sleet,Trampling inane Convention under feet,And scoffing at the impotent discreet!So then it is Love’s beauty-kindled flameThat keeps the plighted from the taint of timeYear after year! Ah yes, the very sameThat made our young bureaucrat blaze in rhyme!So it is Love’s young bliss that will not braveThe voyage over vaulted Ocean’s wave,But asks a sacrifice when, like the sun,Its face should fill with glory,makingone!Ah no, you vulgar prophets of the Lie,Give things the names we ought to know them by;Call widows’ passion—wanting what they miss,And wedlock’shabit—call it what it is!
So then it is Love’s ever-running rill
That tells the widow what she once possess’d,—
That very Love that, in the days gone by,
Out of her language blotted “moan” and “sigh”!
So then it is Love’s brimming tide that rolls
Along the placid veins of wedded souls,—
That very Love that faced the iron sleet,
Trampling inane Convention under feet,
And scoffing at the impotent discreet!
So then it is Love’s beauty-kindled flame
That keeps the plighted from the taint of time
Year after year! Ah yes, the very same
That made our young bureaucrat blaze in rhyme!
So it is Love’s young bliss that will not brave
The voyage over vaulted Ocean’s wave,
But asks a sacrifice when, like the sun,
Its face should fill with glory,makingone!
Ah no, you vulgar prophets of the Lie,
Give things the names we ought to know them by;
Call widows’ passion—wanting what they miss,
And wedlock’shabit—call it what it is!
Strawman.
Strawman.
Strawman.
Young man, this insolence has gone too far!In every word there’s scoffing and defiance.[Goes close up to Falk.Now I’ll gird up my aged loins to warFor hallowed custom against modern science!
Young man, this insolence has gone too far!In every word there’s scoffing and defiance.[Goes close up to Falk.Now I’ll gird up my aged loins to warFor hallowed custom against modern science!
Young man, this insolence has gone too far!In every word there’s scoffing and defiance.[Goes close up to Falk.Now I’ll gird up my aged loins to warFor hallowed custom against modern science!
Young man, this insolence has gone too far!
In every word there’s scoffing and defiance.
[Goes close up to Falk.
Now I’ll gird up my aged loins to war
For hallowed custom against modern science!
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
I go to battle as it were a feast!
I go to battle as it were a feast!
I go to battle as it were a feast!
I go to battle as it were a feast!
Strawman.
Strawman.
Strawman.
Good! For your bullets I will be a beacon!—[Nearer.A wedded pair is holy, like a priest—
Good! For your bullets I will be a beacon!—[Nearer.A wedded pair is holy, like a priest—
Good! For your bullets I will be a beacon!—[Nearer.A wedded pair is holy, like a priest—
Good! For your bullets I will be a beacon!—
[Nearer.
A wedded pair is holy, like a priest—
Stiver[atFalk’sother side].
Stiver[atFalk’sother side].
Stiver[atFalk’sother side].
And a betrothed—
And a betrothed—
And a betrothed—
And a betrothed—
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
Half-holy, like the deacon.
Half-holy, like the deacon.
Half-holy, like the deacon.
Half-holy, like the deacon.
Strawman.
Strawman.
Strawman.
Behold these children;—see,—this little throng!Io triumphemay for them be sung!How was it possible—how practicable—;The words of truth are strong, inexorable;—He has no hearing whom they cannot move.See,—every one of them’s a child of Love—![Stops in confusion.That is—you understand—I would have said—!
Behold these children;—see,—this little throng!Io triumphemay for them be sung!How was it possible—how practicable—;The words of truth are strong, inexorable;—He has no hearing whom they cannot move.See,—every one of them’s a child of Love—![Stops in confusion.That is—you understand—I would have said—!
Behold these children;—see,—this little throng!Io triumphemay for them be sung!How was it possible—how practicable—;The words of truth are strong, inexorable;—He has no hearing whom they cannot move.See,—every one of them’s a child of Love—![Stops in confusion.That is—you understand—I would have said—!
Behold these children;—see,—this little throng!
Io triumphemay for them be sung!
How was it possible—how practicable—;
The words of truth are strong, inexorable;—
He has no hearing whom they cannot move.
See,—every one of them’s a child of Love—!
[Stops in confusion.
That is—you understand—I would have said—!
Miss Jay[fanning herself with her handkerchief].
Miss Jay[fanning herself with her handkerchief].
Miss Jay[fanning herself with her handkerchief].
This is a very mystical oration!
This is a very mystical oration!
This is a very mystical oration!
This is a very mystical oration!
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
There you yourself provide the demonstration,—A good old Norse one, sound, true-born, homebred.You draw distinction between wedded pledgesAnd those of Love: your Logic’s without flaw.They are distinguished just as roast from raw,As hothouse bloom from wilding of the hedges!Love is with us a science and an art;It long since ceased to animate the heart.Love is with us a trade, a special lineOf business, with its union, code and sign;It is a guild of married folks and plighted,Past-masters with apprentices united;For they cohere compact as jelly-fishes,A singing-club their single want and wish is—
There you yourself provide the demonstration,—A good old Norse one, sound, true-born, homebred.You draw distinction between wedded pledgesAnd those of Love: your Logic’s without flaw.They are distinguished just as roast from raw,As hothouse bloom from wilding of the hedges!Love is with us a science and an art;It long since ceased to animate the heart.Love is with us a trade, a special lineOf business, with its union, code and sign;It is a guild of married folks and plighted,Past-masters with apprentices united;For they cohere compact as jelly-fishes,A singing-club their single want and wish is—
There you yourself provide the demonstration,—A good old Norse one, sound, true-born, homebred.You draw distinction between wedded pledgesAnd those of Love: your Logic’s without flaw.They are distinguished just as roast from raw,As hothouse bloom from wilding of the hedges!Love is with us a science and an art;It long since ceased to animate the heart.Love is with us a trade, a special lineOf business, with its union, code and sign;It is a guild of married folks and plighted,Past-masters with apprentices united;For they cohere compact as jelly-fishes,A singing-club their single want and wish is—
There you yourself provide the demonstration,—
A good old Norse one, sound, true-born, homebred.
You draw distinction between wedded pledges
And those of Love: your Logic’s without flaw.
They are distinguished just as roast from raw,
As hothouse bloom from wilding of the hedges!
Love is with us a science and an art;
It long since ceased to animate the heart.
Love is with us a trade, a special line
Of business, with its union, code and sign;
It is a guild of married folks and plighted,
Past-masters with apprentices united;
For they cohere compact as jelly-fishes,
A singing-club their single want and wish is—
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
And a gazette!
And a gazette!
And a gazette!
And a gazette!
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
A good suggestion, yes!We too must have our organ in the press,Like ladies, athletes, boys, and devotees.Don’t ask the price at present, if you please.There I’ll parade each amatory fetterThat John and Thomas to our town unites,There publish every pink and perfumed letterThat William to his tender Jane indites;There you shall read, among “Distressing Scenes”—Instead of murders and burnt crinolines,The broken matches that the week’s afforded;There under “goods for sale” you’ll find what firmsWill furnish cast-off rings on easy terms;There double, treble births will be recorded;No wedding, but our rallying rub-a-dubShall drum to the performance all the club;No suit rejected, but we’ll set it down,In letters large, with other news of weightThus: “Amor-Moloch, we regret to state,Has claimed another victim in our town.”You’ll see, we’ll catch subscribers: once in sightOf the propitious season when they bite,By way of throwing them the bait they’ll brookI’ll stick a nice young man upon my hook.Yes, you will see me battle for our cause,With tiger’s, nay with editorial, clawsRending them—
A good suggestion, yes!We too must have our organ in the press,Like ladies, athletes, boys, and devotees.Don’t ask the price at present, if you please.There I’ll parade each amatory fetterThat John and Thomas to our town unites,There publish every pink and perfumed letterThat William to his tender Jane indites;There you shall read, among “Distressing Scenes”—Instead of murders and burnt crinolines,The broken matches that the week’s afforded;There under “goods for sale” you’ll find what firmsWill furnish cast-off rings on easy terms;There double, treble births will be recorded;No wedding, but our rallying rub-a-dubShall drum to the performance all the club;No suit rejected, but we’ll set it down,In letters large, with other news of weightThus: “Amor-Moloch, we regret to state,Has claimed another victim in our town.”You’ll see, we’ll catch subscribers: once in sightOf the propitious season when they bite,By way of throwing them the bait they’ll brookI’ll stick a nice young man upon my hook.Yes, you will see me battle for our cause,With tiger’s, nay with editorial, clawsRending them—
A good suggestion, yes!We too must have our organ in the press,Like ladies, athletes, boys, and devotees.Don’t ask the price at present, if you please.There I’ll parade each amatory fetterThat John and Thomas to our town unites,There publish every pink and perfumed letterThat William to his tender Jane indites;There you shall read, among “Distressing Scenes”—Instead of murders and burnt crinolines,The broken matches that the week’s afforded;There under “goods for sale” you’ll find what firmsWill furnish cast-off rings on easy terms;There double, treble births will be recorded;No wedding, but our rallying rub-a-dubShall drum to the performance all the club;No suit rejected, but we’ll set it down,In letters large, with other news of weightThus: “Amor-Moloch, we regret to state,Has claimed another victim in our town.”You’ll see, we’ll catch subscribers: once in sightOf the propitious season when they bite,By way of throwing them the bait they’ll brookI’ll stick a nice young man upon my hook.Yes, you will see me battle for our cause,With tiger’s, nay with editorial, clawsRending them—
A good suggestion, yes!
We too must have our organ in the press,
Like ladies, athletes, boys, and devotees.
Don’t ask the price at present, if you please.
There I’ll parade each amatory fetter
That John and Thomas to our town unites,
There publish every pink and perfumed letter
That William to his tender Jane indites;
There you shall read, among “Distressing Scenes”—
Instead of murders and burnt crinolines,
The broken matches that the week’s afforded;
There under “goods for sale” you’ll find what firms
Will furnish cast-off rings on easy terms;
There double, treble births will be recorded;
No wedding, but our rallying rub-a-dub
Shall drum to the performance all the club;
No suit rejected, but we’ll set it down,
In letters large, with other news of weight
Thus: “Amor-Moloch, we regret to state,
Has claimed another victim in our town.”
You’ll see, we’ll catch subscribers: once in sight
Of the propitious season when they bite,
By way of throwing them the bait they’ll brook
I’ll stick a nice young man upon my hook.
Yes, you will see me battle for our cause,
With tiger’s, nay with editorial, claws
Rending them—
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
Guldstad.
And the paper’s name will be—?
And the paper’s name will be—?
And the paper’s name will be—?
And the paper’s name will be—?
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
Amor’s Norse Chronicle of Archery.
Amor’s Norse Chronicle of Archery.
Amor’s Norse Chronicle of Archery.
Amor’s Norse Chronicle of Archery.
Stiver[going nearer].
Stiver[going nearer].
Stiver[going nearer].
You’re not in earnest, you will never stakeYour name and fame for such a fancy’s sake!
You’re not in earnest, you will never stakeYour name and fame for such a fancy’s sake!
You’re not in earnest, you will never stakeYour name and fame for such a fancy’s sake!
You’re not in earnest, you will never stake
Your name and fame for such a fancy’s sake!
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
I’m in grim earnest. We are often toldMen cannot live on love; I’ll show that thisIs an untenable hypothesis;For Love will prove to be a mine of gold:Particularly if Miss Jay, perhaps,Will Mr. Strawman’s “Life’s Romance” unfold,As appetising feuilleton, in scraps.
I’m in grim earnest. We are often toldMen cannot live on love; I’ll show that thisIs an untenable hypothesis;For Love will prove to be a mine of gold:Particularly if Miss Jay, perhaps,Will Mr. Strawman’s “Life’s Romance” unfold,As appetising feuilleton, in scraps.
I’m in grim earnest. We are often toldMen cannot live on love; I’ll show that thisIs an untenable hypothesis;For Love will prove to be a mine of gold:Particularly if Miss Jay, perhaps,Will Mr. Strawman’s “Life’s Romance” unfold,As appetising feuilleton, in scraps.
I’m in grim earnest. We are often told
Men cannot live on love; I’ll show that this
Is an untenable hypothesis;
For Love will prove to be a mine of gold:
Particularly if Miss Jay, perhaps,
Will Mr. Strawman’s “Life’s Romance” unfold,
As appetising feuilleton, in scraps.
Strawman[in terror].
Strawman[in terror].
Strawman[in terror].
Merciful heaven! My “life’s romance!” What, what!When was my life romantic, if you please?
Merciful heaven! My “life’s romance!” What, what!When was my life romantic, if you please?
Merciful heaven! My “life’s romance!” What, what!When was my life romantic, if you please?
Merciful heaven! My “life’s romance!” What, what!
When was my life romantic, if you please?
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
I never said so.
I never said so.
I never said so.
I never said so.
Stiver.
Stiver.
Stiver.
Witness disagrees.
Witness disagrees.
Witness disagrees.
Witness disagrees.
Strawman.
Strawman.
Strawman.
That I have ever swerved a single jotFrom social prescript,—is a monstrous lie.
That I have ever swerved a single jotFrom social prescript,—is a monstrous lie.
That I have ever swerved a single jotFrom social prescript,—is a monstrous lie.
That I have ever swerved a single jot
From social prescript,—is a monstrous lie.
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
Good.[ClappingStiveron the shoulder.Here’s a friend who will not put me by.We’ll start with Stiver’s lyric ecstasies.
Good.[ClappingStiveron the shoulder.Here’s a friend who will not put me by.We’ll start with Stiver’s lyric ecstasies.
Good.[ClappingStiveron the shoulder.Here’s a friend who will not put me by.We’ll start with Stiver’s lyric ecstasies.
Good.
[ClappingStiveron the shoulder.
Here’s a friend who will not put me by.
We’ll start with Stiver’s lyric ecstasies.
Stiver[after a glance of horror atStrawman].
Stiver[after a glance of horror atStrawman].
Stiver[after a glance of horror atStrawman].
Are you quite mad! Nay then I must be heard!You dare accuse me for a poet—
Are you quite mad! Nay then I must be heard!You dare accuse me for a poet—
Are you quite mad! Nay then I must be heard!You dare accuse me for a poet—
Are you quite mad! Nay then I must be heard!
You dare accuse me for a poet—
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
Miss Jay.
How—!
How—!
How—!
How—!
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
Your office has averred it anyhow.
Your office has averred it anyhow.
Your office has averred it anyhow.
Your office has averred it anyhow.
Stiver[in towering anger].
Stiver[in towering anger].
Stiver[in towering anger].
Sir, by our office nothing is averred.
Sir, by our office nothing is averred.
Sir, by our office nothing is averred.
Sir, by our office nothing is averred.
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
Well, leave me then, you also: I have by meOne comrade yet whose loyalty will last.“A true heart’s story” Lind will not deny me,Whose troth’s too tender for the ocean blast,Who for his mistress makes surrender ofHis fellow-men—pure quintessence of Love!
Well, leave me then, you also: I have by meOne comrade yet whose loyalty will last.“A true heart’s story” Lind will not deny me,Whose troth’s too tender for the ocean blast,Who for his mistress makes surrender ofHis fellow-men—pure quintessence of Love!
Well, leave me then, you also: I have by meOne comrade yet whose loyalty will last.“A true heart’s story” Lind will not deny me,Whose troth’s too tender for the ocean blast,Who for his mistress makes surrender ofHis fellow-men—pure quintessence of Love!
Well, leave me then, you also: I have by me
One comrade yet whose loyalty will last.
“A true heart’s story” Lind will not deny me,
Whose troth’s too tender for the ocean blast,
Who for his mistress makes surrender of
His fellow-men—pure quintessence of Love!
Mrs. Halm.
Mrs. Halm.
Mrs. Halm.
My patience, Mr. Falk, is now worn out.The same abode no longer can receive us:—I beg of you this very day to leave us—
My patience, Mr. Falk, is now worn out.The same abode no longer can receive us:—I beg of you this very day to leave us—
My patience, Mr. Falk, is now worn out.The same abode no longer can receive us:—I beg of you this very day to leave us—
My patience, Mr. Falk, is now worn out.
The same abode no longer can receive us:—
I beg of you this very day to leave us—
Falk[with a bow asMrs. Halmand the company withdraw].
Falk[with a bow asMrs. Halmand the company withdraw].
Falk[with a bow asMrs. Halmand the company withdraw].
That this would come I never had a doubt!
That this would come I never had a doubt!
That this would come I never had a doubt!
That this would come I never had a doubt!
Strawman.
Strawman.
Strawman.
Between us two there’s battle to the death;You’ve slandered me, my wife, nay little flock,From Molly down to Millie, in one breath.Crow on, crow on—Emancipation’s cock,—[Goes in, followed by his wife and children.
Between us two there’s battle to the death;You’ve slandered me, my wife, nay little flock,From Molly down to Millie, in one breath.Crow on, crow on—Emancipation’s cock,—[Goes in, followed by his wife and children.
Between us two there’s battle to the death;You’ve slandered me, my wife, nay little flock,From Molly down to Millie, in one breath.Crow on, crow on—Emancipation’s cock,—[Goes in, followed by his wife and children.
Between us two there’s battle to the death;
You’ve slandered me, my wife, nay little flock,
From Molly down to Millie, in one breath.
Crow on, crow on—Emancipation’s cock,—
[Goes in, followed by his wife and children.
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
And go you on observing Peter’s faithTo Love your lord—who, thanks to your advice,Was thrice denied before the cock crew thrice!
And go you on observing Peter’s faithTo Love your lord—who, thanks to your advice,Was thrice denied before the cock crew thrice!
And go you on observing Peter’s faithTo Love your lord—who, thanks to your advice,Was thrice denied before the cock crew thrice!
And go you on observing Peter’s faith
To Love your lord—who, thanks to your advice,
Was thrice denied before the cock crew thrice!
Miss Jay[turning faint].
Miss Jay[turning faint].
Miss Jay[turning faint].
Attend me, Stiver! help me get unlacedMy corset—this way, this way—do make haste!
Attend me, Stiver! help me get unlacedMy corset—this way, this way—do make haste!
Attend me, Stiver! help me get unlacedMy corset—this way, this way—do make haste!
Attend me, Stiver! help me get unlaced
My corset—this way, this way—do make haste!
Stiver[toFalkas he withdraws withMiss Jayon his arm].
Stiver[toFalkas he withdraws withMiss Jayon his arm].
Stiver[toFalkas he withdraws withMiss Jayon his arm].
I here renounce your friendship.
I here renounce your friendship.
I here renounce your friendship.
I here renounce your friendship.
Lind.
Lind.
Lind.
I likewise.
I likewise.
I likewise.
I likewise.
Falk[seriously].
Falk[seriously].
Falk[seriously].
You too, my Lind?
You too, my Lind?
You too, my Lind?
You too, my Lind?
Lind.
Lind.
Lind.
Farewell.
Farewell.
Farewell.
Farewell.
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
You were my nearest one—
You were my nearest one—
You were my nearest one—
You were my nearest one—
Lind.
Lind.
Lind.
No help, it is the pleasure of my dearest one.
No help, it is the pleasure of my dearest one.
No help, it is the pleasure of my dearest one.
No help, it is the pleasure of my dearest one.
[He goes in:Svanhildhas remained standing on the verandah steps.
[He goes in:Svanhildhas remained standing on the verandah steps.
Falk.
Falk.
Falk.
So, now I’ve made a clearance, have free courseIn all directions!
So, now I’ve made a clearance, have free courseIn all directions!
So, now I’ve made a clearance, have free courseIn all directions!
So, now I’ve made a clearance, have free course
In all directions!