Mind
The adage of the bow. The pensive brow
I have oft seen bright in wedlock, and anon
O'ercast in widowhood; then, bright again.
Ere half the season of the weeds was out;
While, in the airy one, I have known one cloud
Forerunner of a gloom that ne'er cleared up -
So would it prove with neighbour Constance. Not
On superficial grounds she'll ever love;
But once she does, the odds are ten to one
Her first love is her last!
Wild. I wish I ne'er
Had come to town! I was a happy man
Among my dogs and horses. [Aside.] Hast thou broke
Thy passion to her?
True. Never.
Wild. Never?
True. No.
I hoped you'd act my proxy there.
Wild. I thank you.
True. I knew 'twould be a pleasure to you.
Wild. Yes;
A pleasure!--an unutterable pleasure!
True. Thank you! You make my happiness your own.
Wild. I do.
True. I see you do. Dear Master Wildrake!
Oh, what a blessing is a friend in need!
You'll go and court your neighbour for me?
Wild. Yes.
True. And says she "nay" at first, you'll press again?
Wild. Ay, and again!
True. There's one thing I mistrust--yea, most mistrust,
That of my poor deserts you'll make too much.
Wild. Fear anything but that.
True. 'Twere better far
You slightly spoke of them.
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