Thou art a trouble here;
Seest thou not how all these feasting women
Pause, and the pleasure is distrest in them?
Seest thou not how all these feasting women
Pause, and the pleasure is distrest in them?
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_Vashti_.
So. Go back,
Tell the King I have hearkened to his message,
And tell him I will not come.
_Messenger_.
What sickness shall I say has lighted on thee,
So that thou canst not come?
_Vashti_.
Thou weariest me.
Say this to the King, Vashti will not come.
Are they not plain, my words? Canst thou not learn
them?
_Messenger_.
Give me some softer speech. Must I not fear
I shall earn whipping if I take these words?
_Vashti_.
I pray thee, go.
Thou art a trouble here;
Seest thou not how all these feasting women
Pause, and the pleasure is distrest in them?
Thou hast thy message: say, She will not come. --
Back to the King, now!
_Messenger_.
I am whipt for this.
[_He goes_.
_Vashti_.
It seems, my sisters, we have changed our moods.
But now, my mind was heavy, you were blithe;
And in a moment, you, behold, are fixt
Gazing like desperate things, while I rejoice.
_1st Woman_.
Rejoice! thou dost rejoice? then madness does.
_Vashti_.
I know not that: but certainly I know
A mind, that has been feeling for long time
The greatness of some hovering event
Poised over life, will rejoice marvellously
When the event falls, suddenly seizing life:
Like faintness when a thunderstorm comes down,
That turns to exulting when the lightning flares,
Shattering houses, making men afraid.
And this is my event: I am its choice.