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The same subject, continued.
[Scene after the Marriage. — Enter the Duke, leading in Juliana.]
Duke. [Brings a chair forward, and sits doien.] You are welcome home.
Juliana. Home! You are merry ! — this retired spot Would be a palace for an owl!
Duke. 'T is ours.
Jul. Ay, for the time we stay in it.
Duke. By Heaven,
Jul. This ! — You are not in earnest, though you bear it With such a sober brow. — Come, come, you jest!
Duke. Indeed, I jest not; were it ours in jest, We should have none, wife,
Jul. Are you serious, sir?
Duke. I swear, as I'm your husband, and no duke.
Duke. But of my own creation, lady.
Jul. Am I betrayed ? — Nay, do not play the fool1 It is too keen a joke.
Duke. You '11 find it true.
Jid. You are no duke, then?
Jul. Have I been cozened?
Duke. None but this : —
Jul. Nor money, nor effects?
Duke. None that I know of. "Jul. And the attendants who have waited on us —
Duke. They were my friends; who, having done my business, Are gone about their own.
Jul. Why, then, 't is clear. —
Duke. [Rises.] I am an honest man,—that may content you.
Young, nor ill-favored, — should not that content you?
Jul. I will go home! [Going.
Duke. You are at home, already. [Staving her.
Jul. I '11 not endure it! — But remember this — Duke, or no duke, I '11 be a duchess, sir!
Duke. A duchess! You shall be a queen, — to all Who, by the courtesy, will call you so.
Jul. And I will have attendance!
Duke. So you shall, —
Jul. To wait upon myself! Must I bear this?
Duke. And if you should, 't would grow again. —
Jul. You will find, then,
Duke. I think't will happen, wife.
Jul. What! Rub "and scrub Your noble palace clean?
Duke. Those taper fingers
Jul. And dress your victuals?
Duke. And mend my hose, and darn my nightcaps neatly;
Wait, like an echo, till you 're spoken to —
Performs its work, and never speaks at all.
Jul. To feed" your poultry and your hogs! — 0, monstrous!
And when I stir abroad, on great occasions, •
Jul. A blessing!
Duke. When they talk of you and me,
Jul. Shall we? *
Duke. Wondrous happy!
Jul. I '11 make a devil!
Jul. A very devil!
Duke. O, no! We '11 have no devils.
Jul. I '11 not bear it!
Duke. Gently; you forget
Jul. My wrongs will find a way, or make one!
Jul. What!— confine me?
Duke. 'T would be unsafe to trust you yet abroad.
Jul. Am I a truant schoolboy?
Duke. Nay, not so;
Jul. And if I break' them
Duke. Beat you!
Jul. Well, if I may not travel to my father,
Duke. You will find them
Jul. Your fortune!
Duke. Peace! — No fooling, idle woman! Beneath the attesting eye of Heaven I've sworn To love, to honor, cherish, and protect you. No human power can part us. What remains, then? To fret, and worry and torment each other, And give a keener edge to our hard fate, By sharp upbraidings, and perpetual jars ?—
Or, like a loving and a patient pair
For a right woman, full of her own sex;
Who, when she suffers wrong, will speak her anger;
Who feels her own prerogative, and scorns,
By the proud reason of superior man,
To be taught patience, when her swelling heart
Cries out revenge! [Exit.
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, — The flow of ink may save her blood-letting. Perchance she may have fits !—They are seldom morti Save when the doctor's sent for. 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 honey-moon. — 'T is well!
[Locks the door.
/ LESSON LII.
The Treasures of the Deep. — Mrs. Hemans.
1. What hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells, Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main?
Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-colored shells,
2. Yet more, the depths have more! What wealth untoiJ, Far down, and shining through their stillness, lies!
Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold,
3. Yet more, the depths have more! Thy waves have rolled Above the cities of a world gone by!
Sand hath filled up the palaces of old,
4. Yet more, the billows and the depths have more! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy ,breast! They hear not now the booming waters roar,
The battle-thunders will not break their rest.
5. Give back the lost and lovely! Those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long;
The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom,
6. To thee the love of woman hath gone down; Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head,
O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown!