Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck. Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal;-good news, good news: ha! ha!-Where? in Genoa ? Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats. Shy. Thou stick'st a dagger in me:-I shall never see my gold again. Fourscore ducats at a sitting! fourscore ducats! Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break. Shy. I am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torture him; I am glad of it. Tub. One of them shewed me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey. Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my torquoise: I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys. Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone. Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true. Go, Tubal, fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before: I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I will. Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. Our Folks. ETHEL LYNN. 1. "Hi! Harry Holly! Halt; and tell You did? Shake hands; O, aint I glad? I've got some feelin'— 2. "People think A soldier's heart is mighty tough; And hot saltpeter flames and smokes, One's apt to think about his folks. 3. "And so you saw them-when? and where ? That Annie Moss (How this pipe chokes!) Where did you see her ?-tell me, Hal, 4. "You saw them in the church--you say: What is the matter with our folks?" 5. "I said all well, old comrade, true, 6. "Fair Annie blooms no more! And here your sister Bessie wrote A letter, telling all the rest. Bear up, old friend." 7. 8. Nobody speaks; "Boys, be still; Only the old camp raven croaks, And soldiers whisper: There's some bad news from Grainger's folks.” He turns his back-the only foe That ever saw it---on this grief, And, as men will, keeps down the tears Kind Nature sends to Woe's relief. Then answers he: "Ah, Hal, I'll try ; But in my throat there's something chokes, 9. "I s'pose she must be happy now; I could have kept all trouble off, “She's safe up there; And when His hand deals other strokes, Lasca F. DESPREZ. 1. I want free life and I want fresh air; And I sigh for the canter after the cattle, And dash and danger, and life and love. 2. And Lasca! Lasca used to ride On a mouse-gray mustang, close to my side, With blue séräp and bright-belled spur; Little she cared, save to be by my side, That grows on the edge of a Kansas bluff, And wars with the wind when the weather is rough, Is like this Lasca, this love of mine. She would hunger that I might eat, Would take the bitter and leave me the sweet; At something I'd whispered, or looked, or done, To a glorious girl on the Alamo, She drew from her garter a dear little dagger, That I quite forgave her. Scratches don't count 3. Her eye was brown-a deep, deep brown; Forgot the herd that were taking their rest; That the Texas norther comes sudden and soon, For we rode for our lives. You shall hear how we fared In Texas, down by the Rio Grande. 4. The mustang flew, and we urged him on; There is one chance left, and you have but one Halt, jump to ground, and shoot your horse; You may thank your star; if not, good-bye To the quickening kiss and the long-drawn sigh, And the open air and the open sky, In Texas, down by the Rio Grande. 5. The cattle gained on us and then I felt As over us surged the sea of steers; Lasca was dead. |