This master of the ceremonies is
The intendant of the palace, I presume:
'Tis a fine building, but decayed.
The intendant of the palace, I presume:
'Tis a fine building, but decayed.
Byron
_ Well, what would I give to save a great man!
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No doubt you'll have a swingeing sum as recompense.
_Gab. _ Perhaps.
_Iden. _ Now, how much do you reckon on?
_Gab. _ I have not yet put up myself to sale:
In the mean time, my best reward would be
A glass of your[166] Hockcheimer--a _green_ glass,
Wreathed with rich grapes and Bacchanal devices,
O'erflowing with the oldest of your vintage:
For which I promise you, in case you e'er
Run hazard of being drowned, (although I own
It seems, of all deaths, the least likely for you,) 300
I'll pull you out for nothing. Quick, my friend,
And think, for every bumper I shall quaff,
A wave the less may roll above your head.
_Iden. _ (_aside_). I don't much like this fellow--close and dry
He seems,--two things which suit me not; however,
Wine he shall have; if that unlocks him not,
I shall not sleep to-night for curiosity. [_Exit_ IDENSTEIN.
_Gab. _ (_to_ WERNER).
This master of the ceremonies is
The intendant of the palace, I presume:
'Tis a fine building, but decayed.
_Wer. _ The apartment 310
Designed for him you rescued will be found
In fitter order for a sickly guest.
_Gab. _ I wonder then you occupied it not,
For you seem delicate in health.
_Wer. _ (_quickly_). Sir!
_Gab. _ Pray
Excuse me: have I said aught to offend you?
_Wer. _ Nothing: but we are strangers to each other.
_Gab. _ And that's the reason I would have us less so:
I thought our bustling guest without had said
You were a chance and passing guest, the counterpart
Of me and my companions.
_Wer. _ Very true.
No doubt you'll have a swingeing sum as recompense.
_Gab. _ Perhaps.
_Iden. _ Now, how much do you reckon on?
_Gab. _ I have not yet put up myself to sale:
In the mean time, my best reward would be
A glass of your[166] Hockcheimer--a _green_ glass,
Wreathed with rich grapes and Bacchanal devices,
O'erflowing with the oldest of your vintage:
For which I promise you, in case you e'er
Run hazard of being drowned, (although I own
It seems, of all deaths, the least likely for you,) 300
I'll pull you out for nothing. Quick, my friend,
And think, for every bumper I shall quaff,
A wave the less may roll above your head.
_Iden. _ (_aside_). I don't much like this fellow--close and dry
He seems,--two things which suit me not; however,
Wine he shall have; if that unlocks him not,
I shall not sleep to-night for curiosity. [_Exit_ IDENSTEIN.
_Gab. _ (_to_ WERNER).
This master of the ceremonies is
The intendant of the palace, I presume:
'Tis a fine building, but decayed.
_Wer. _ The apartment 310
Designed for him you rescued will be found
In fitter order for a sickly guest.
_Gab. _ I wonder then you occupied it not,
For you seem delicate in health.
_Wer. _ (_quickly_). Sir!
_Gab. _ Pray
Excuse me: have I said aught to offend you?
_Wer. _ Nothing: but we are strangers to each other.
_Gab. _ And that's the reason I would have us less so:
I thought our bustling guest without had said
You were a chance and passing guest, the counterpart
Of me and my companions.
_Wer. _ Very true.
