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"Thou art mad, nurse," answered Penelope pettishly, turning in her bed and rubbing her eyes; "why mockest thou me in my sorrow with thy folly? and why hast thou disturbed me in the sweetest sleep that ever I had since the fatal, the accursed day when my lord sailed for Troy? But for thy years and thy faithful service I would have paid thee unkindly for this wanton insult"
"Richard Darrien!" they cried, "Richard Darrien!" But no Shape swept in bearing the spirit of Richard in its arms. "He is not here," said the voice in her heart. "Go, seek him in some other world." She grew angry. "Thou mockest me," she answered, "He is dead, and this is the home of the dead; therefore he must be here. Shadow, thou mockest me." "I mock not," came the swift answer.
Yet," added the Mothon, with an aspect solemnly compassionate, "not the love thou mockest by the name of Aphrodite. No mortal eye hath ever seen that love within the known sphere, yet all insensibly feel its reign. What keeps the world together but affection? What makes the earth bring forth its fruits, but the kindness which beams in the sunlight and descends in the dews?
"Robin, know that no knight of this land shall have her, but I shall give her to thee, if thou will it; and thereto will I give thee four hundred pounds of my land." "Ha, sir," said Robin, "I deem that thou mockest me." "Robin," said the knight, "wot thou surely that I mock thee not." "Ha, sir, neither my lady nor her great lineage will accord hereto."
Speaking she turned away, and her neck shone roseate, her immortal tresses breathed the fragrance of deity; her raiment fell flowing down to her feet, and the godhead was manifest in her tread. He knew her for his mother, and with this cry pursued her flight: 'Thou also merciless! Why mockest thou thy son so often in feigned likeness?
“That was not kind!” said Hester. “When thou hast shown me a little love, thou mockest me!” “Why doth the minister sit yonder?” asked Pearl. “He waits to welcome thee,” replied her mother. “Come thou, and entreat his blessing! He loves thee, my little Pearl, and loves thy mother too. Wilt thou not love him? Come! he longs to greet thee!”
Listen, thou hast a sister. 'Speak! speak! what of her? 'Thou knowest the banquets of the dead, stranger it pleases thee, perhaps, to share them would it please thee to have thy sister a partaker? Would it please thee that Arbaces was her host? 'O gods, he dare not! Girl, if thou mockest me, tremble! I will tear thee limb from limb!
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