To fair and dance
parading!
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
_Lizzy_. It came to me through Sybill very straightly.
She's made a fool of herself at last, they say.
That comes of taking airs!
_Margery_. What meanst thou?
_Lizzy_. Pah!
She daily eats and drinks for two now.
_Margery_. Ah!
_Lizzy_. It serves the jade right for being so callow.
How long she's been hanging upon the fellow!
Such a promenading!
To fair and dance parading!
Everywhere as first she must shine,
He was treating her always with tarts and wine;
She began to think herself something fine,
And let her vanity so degrade her
That she even accepted the presents he made her.
There was hugging and smacking, and so it went on--
And lo! and behold! the flower is gone!
_Margery_. Poor thing!
_Lizzy_. Canst any pity for her feel!
When such as we spun at the wheel,
Our mothers kept us in-doors after dark;
While she stood cozy with her spark,
Or sate on the door-bench, or sauntered round,
And never an hour too long they found.
But now her pride may let itself down,
To do penance at church in the sinner's gown!
_Margery_. He'll certainly take her for his wife.
_Lizzy_. He'd be a fool! A spruce young blade
Has room enough to ply his trade.
