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We used to think it would be nice to sleep in one another's arms; but we never could go to sleep because our weight stopped our circulations just above the elbows. Then somehow my feeling began to change bit by bit. I kept a sort of interest in your head and arms long after I lost interest in your whole body. And now that has gone. STREPHON. You no longer care for me at all, then?
And now, nothing! It is as if he had cut off his hands. THE NEWLY BORN. Oh, will you all leave me as he has left you? ECRASIA. Never. We have sworn it. STREPHON. What is the use of swearing? She swore. He swore. You have sworn. They have sworn. ECRASIA. You speak like a grammar. STREPHON. That is how one ought to speak, isnt it? We shall all be forsworn. THE NEWLY BORN. Do not talk like that.
MARTELLUS. Yet one would like to follow them; to enter into their life; to grasp their thought; to comprehend the universe as they must. ARJILLAX. Getting old, Martellus? MARTELLUS. Well, I have finished with the dolls; and I am no longer jealous of you. That looks like the end. Two hours sleep is enough for me. I am afraid I am beginning to find you all rather silly. STREPHON. I know.
The orchis, eglantine, sad crocus burned in blue and shone along the braes, to use the fine old Scottish word; and over him the blossoms shook and showered, and made the whole air heavy with perfume. As he approached the gate, set in the low flowery fence, Jacques sighed and smiled. Daphnis was near his Daphne Strephon would soon meet Chloe.
We talked without the slightest constraint, and I thought her husband a perfect gentleman. He invited us to visit him at Dunkirk, and I promised to go without intending to do so, but the fates willed otherwise. Tiretta was now left alone with his darling, who grew more infatuated with her Strephon every day, so well did he prove his love for her.
In the Deutsches Museum for July, 1776, Sturz printed a poem entitled “Die Mode,” in which he treats of the slavery of fashion and in several stanzas deprecates the influence of Yorick. “Und so schwingt sich, zum Genie erklärt, Strephon kühn auf Yorick’s Steckenpferd.
I will have the leg of beef and the partridge. EXIT Cook. And now I will sing another song. SONG I am going to have my dinner, After which I shan't be thinner, I wish I had here Strephon For he would carve the partridge if it should be a tough one. EXIT Chloe and Chorus. Enter Strephon and Postilion. How much is your due? But I will pawn to you an undirected Letter that I received from Chloe.
After the surrender of the King by the Scots, and the end, as it seemed, of the civil war, Colonel Cloud, with the permission of his great chief, retired from active affairs and made his way to France, to Paris, where, in the early spring of 1647, he was married to Lady Brilliana Harby. Some of the French writers of the time make rather merry over this romantic union and the five years fidelity of squire and dame Strephon and Chloe, as they are pleased to call them. But the laugh is rather on the wrong side of the face, for it is well known that there was bitter disappointment in the hearts and on the lips of many French gallants who had tried their best to win the beautiful English girl, and greatly resented her reservation for this solemn gentleman. One or two efforts, however, to make this resentment plain to the English soldier resulting uncomfortably, after a brisk morning's work, in the temporary disablement of one aggressor and the repeated disarming of another, in the end the "homme
Why, I know very well that I have only four years of what any reasonable person would call living; and three and a half of them are already gone. ECRASIA. You must not mind our saying so; but really you cannot call being an ancient living. I cannot bear it. STREPHON. I made up my mind on that subject long ago. When I am three years and fifty weeks old, I shall have my fatal accident.
To be remembered for ever as the first company of true lovers faithful to this vow so often made and broken by past generations! Ha! ha! Oh, dear! STREPHON. Well, you need not laugh. It is a beautiful and holy compact; and I will keep it whilst I live. Are you going to break it? THE MAIDEN. Dear child: it has broken itself. This chat of ours seems to me an unbearable waste of time.
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