Poems, Dialogues in Verse and Epigrams By Walter Savage Landor: Edited with notes by Charles G. Crump |
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SCENE V.
PALACE-GARDEN. Maximin and Agatha.Maximin.
Courage! or start and leave me. Sobs indeed!
Pack those up for young girls who want some comfits.
Nay, by my soul, to see grown women sob it,
As thou dost, even wert thou not my sister,
Smites on me here and whets my sword at once.
It maddens me with choler . . for what else
Can shake me so? I feel my eyes on fire.
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Agatha.
Why, Maximin, O why didst thou consent
To meet the friar again?
Maximin.
To make him serve thee.
Agatha.
Poverty rather! want . . even infamy.
Maximin
Did'st thou not pity, would'st not serve, the queen?
Agatha.
O might I! might I! she alone on earth
Is wretcheder: my soul shall ever bend
Before that sacredest supremacy.
Maximin.
Come with me: we will talk about the means.
Agatha.
But, be thou calm.
Maximin.
A lamb.
He little thinks [Aside.
To see the lamb turn round and bite the butcher.
He little thinks [Aside.
To see the lamb turn round and bite the butcher.
Agatha! Agatha! while I repeat
Thy name again, freshness breathes over me.
What is there like it? Why, 'tis like sweet hay
To rest upon after a twelve hours' march,
Clover, with all its flowers, an arm's length deep.
Thy name again, freshness breathes over me.
What is there like it? Why, 'tis like sweet hay
To rest upon after a twelve hours' march,
Clover, with all its flowers, an arm's length deep.
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