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"Men of God, may I warm myself at your fire? The winter cold chills me," said she, drawing near. The great Setchène raised his head. "Why com'st thou here? What dost thou seek?" asked he. "I am come to look for red apples," replied Marouckla. "But this is winter, and not the season for red apples," observed the great Setchène.
He, like the others, asked, "O, Fitcher's bird, how com'st thou here?" "I come from Fitcher's house quite near." "And what may the young bride be doing? "From cellar to garret she's swept all clean, And now from the window she's peeping, I ween." The bridegroom looked up, saw the decked-out skull, thought it was his bride, and nodded to her, greeting her kindly.
When the boy heard this, he put off the white tunic and appeared in the red one; whereupon Abou Nuwas redoubled in expressions of admiration and repeated the following verses: Appeared in a garment, the colour of flame, A foeman of mine, "The beloved," by name. "Thou'rt a full moon," I said in my wonder, "And com'st In a garment that putteth the roses to shame.
Surely it must be better there, Broader the view and freer the air; Com'st thou these longings to bring me; These only, and nothing to wing me? "Oh, shall I never, never go Over the lofty mountains! Must all my thoughts and wishes so Held in these walls of ice and snow Here be imprisoned forever? Till death shall I flee them never? "Hence! I will hence!
"'Thou hast set the radiant heavens, With thy many lamps of brightness, Filling all the vaults above; Day and night in turn subjecting To a brotherhood of service, And a mutual law of love. "'Own me, then, at last, thy servant, When thou com'st in majesty; Be to me a pitying Father, Let me find thy grace and mercy; And to Thee all praise and glory Through the endless ages be.
LI. That he had intrigues likewise with married women in the provinces, appears from this distich, which was as much repeated in the Gallic Triumph as the former: Watch well your wives, ye cits, we bring a blade, A bald-pate master of the wenching trade. Thy gold was spent on many a Gallic w -e; Exhausted now, thou com'st to borrow more.
Twixt 12 & one? Buz. 12 & one? Then was I in my dead sleepe, cursing the fleas. Hen. Or about one & two. Buz. That's Three: Now the Beetle of my head beates it into my memory that as you & your brother Manuell lay in the high Bed, & I trondling underneath, I heard one of you talke most stigmatically in his sleepe most horriferously. Hen. Right, now thou com'st to me, so did I. Buz.
Why, sir, to so substantial a ghost, and of such respectable appearance, I might, perhaps, have courage enough to say with Hamlet, "Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee!" Stranger. Then, sir, let me introduce myself in that character, now that our conversation has conducted us so happily to the point.
In the fitful light of the fire, it took again the lines of beauty and youth which had once belonged to it. "Thou must not be surprised, child," she added, "if some evening when thou com'st home from the farm thou shalt find the house empty. The key will be on the lintel, and thou must come in and wait in patience till I return.
For that I have suffered much; but in my suffering it was permitted me to learn how great the love and compassion of our Father in heaven is for His children, and since then a song of deepest gratitude sounds ever and ever in my heart: "'I lay in heaviest fetters, Thou com'st and set'st me free; I stood in shame and sorrow, Thou callest me to Thee; And lift'st me up to honor And giv'st me heavenly joys Which cannot be diminished By earthly scorn and noise."
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