The Ingoldsby Legends or, Mirth and Marvels. By Thomas Ingoldsby [i.e. R. H. Barham] |
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ACT II.
After dinner the Captain recounts, with much glee,
All he's heard, seen and done, since he first went to sea,
All his perils, and scrapes,
And his hair-breadth escapes,
Talks of boa-constrictors, and lions, and apes,
And fierce “Begnal Tigers,” like that which you know,
If you've ever seen any respectable “Show,”
“Carried off the unfortunate Mr. Munro.”
Then, diverging a while, he adverts to the mystery
Which hangs, like a cloud, o'er his own private history—
How he ran off to sea—how they set him afloat,
(Not a word, though, of barrel or bung hole—See Note)
How he happen'd to meet
With the Algerine fleet,
And forced them by sheer dint of arms to retreat,
Thus saving his Violet—(One of his feet
Here just touched her toe, and she moved on her seat,)—
How his vessel was batter'd—
In short, he so chatter'd,
Now lively, now serious, so ogled and flatter'd,
That the ladies much marvell'd a person should be able,
To “make himself,” both said, “so very agreeable.”
All he's heard, seen and done, since he first went to sea,
All his perils, and scrapes,
And his hair-breadth escapes,
Talks of boa-constrictors, and lions, and apes,
And fierce “Begnal Tigers,” like that which you know,
If you've ever seen any respectable “Show,”
“Carried off the unfortunate Mr. Munro.”
Then, diverging a while, he adverts to the mystery
Which hangs, like a cloud, o'er his own private history—
How he ran off to sea—how they set him afloat,
(Not a word, though, of barrel or bung hole—See Note)
How he happen'd to meet
With the Algerine fleet,
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Thus saving his Violet—(One of his feet
Here just touched her toe, and she moved on her seat,)—
How his vessel was batter'd—
In short, he so chatter'd,
Now lively, now serious, so ogled and flatter'd,
That the ladies much marvell'd a person should be able,
To “make himself,” both said, “so very agreeable.”
Captain Norman's adventures were scarcely half done,
When Percy Lord Ashdale, her ladyship's son,
In a terrible fume,
Bounces into the room,
And talks to his guest as you'd talk to a groom,
Claps his hand on his rapier, and swears he'll be through him—
The Captain does nothing at all but “pooh! pooh!” him.
Unable to smother
His hate of his brother,
He rails at his cousin, and blows up his mother.
“Fie! fie!” says the first. Says the latter, “In sooth,
This is sharper by far than a keen serpent's tooth!”
(A remark, by the way, which King Lear had made years ago,
When he ask'd for his Knights, and his Daughter said “Here's a go!')
This made Ashdale ashamed;
But he must not be blamed
Too much for his warmth, for, like many young fellows, he
Was apt to lose temper when tortured by jealousy.
Still speaking quite gruff,
He goes off in a huff;
Lady A., who is now what some call “up to snuff,”
Straight determines to patch
Up a clandestine match
Between the Sea-Captain she dreads like Old Scratch,
And Miss, whom she does not think any great catch
For Ashdale; besides, he won't kick up such shindies
Were she once fairly married and off to the Indies.
When Percy Lord Ashdale, her ladyship's son,
In a terrible fume,
Bounces into the room,
And talks to his guest as you'd talk to a groom,
Claps his hand on his rapier, and swears he'll be through him—
The Captain does nothing at all but “pooh! pooh!” him.
Unable to smother
His hate of his brother,
He rails at his cousin, and blows up his mother.
“Fie! fie!” says the first. Says the latter, “In sooth,
This is sharper by far than a keen serpent's tooth!”
(A remark, by the way, which King Lear had made years ago,
When he ask'd for his Knights, and his Daughter said “Here's a go!')
This made Ashdale ashamed;
But he must not be blamed
Too much for his warmth, for, like many young fellows, he
Was apt to lose temper when tortured by jealousy.
Still speaking quite gruff,
He goes off in a huff;
Lady A., who is now what some call “up to snuff,”
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Up a clandestine match
Between the Sea-Captain she dreads like Old Scratch,
And Miss, whom she does not think any great catch
For Ashdale; besides, he won't kick up such shindies
Were she once fairly married and off to the Indies.
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