A thousand times no. For you it is right.... I am grateful
to you beyond words. For me it would be wrong. For me only...."
"Why?" she said, but passed her hand before her face as she had done at
our second meeting in the wood. "Oh, I see," she went on simply as a
child. "For you it would be wrong." Then with a little indrawn laugh,
"and, d'you remember, I called you lucky--once--at first. You who must
never come here again!"
She left me to sit a little longer by the screen, and I heard the sound of
her feet die out along the gallery above.
MRS. BATHURST
FROM LYDEN'S "IRENIUS"
ACT III. Sc. II.
Gow.--Had it been your Prince instead of a groom caught in this noose
there's not an astrologer of the city----
PRINCE.--Sacked! Sacked! We were a city yesterday.
Gow.--So be it, but I was not governor. Not an astrologer, but would ha'
sworn he'd foreseen it at the last versary of Venus, when Vulcan caught
her with Mars in the house of stinking Capricorn. But since 'tis Jack of
the Straw that hangs, the forgetful stars had it not on their tablets.
PRINCE.--Another life! Were there any left to die? How did the
poor fool come by it?
Gow.--_Simpliciter_ thus. She that damned him to death knew not that she
did it, or would have died ere she had done it. For she loved him. He
that hangs him does so in obedience to the Duke, and asks no more than
"Where is the rope?" The Duke, very exactly he hath told us, works God's
will, in which holy employ he's not to be questioned.
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