Yet, to her native bias still inclined, Thus fix'd, she heard not her Attendant glide With soft slow step-till, standing by her side, The trembling Servant gasp'd for breath, and shed Relieving tears, then utter'd-" He is dead!" "Dead!" said the startled Lady; "Yes, he fell "Close at the door where he was wont to dwell; "There his sole friend, the Ass, was standing by, "Half dead himself, to see his Master die." 66 'Expired he then, Good Heaven! for want of food?" "No! crusts and water in a corner stood; "To have this plenty, and to wait so long, "Blame me not, Child; I tremble at the news." ""Tis my own heart," said Susan, “I accuse: "To have this money in my purse—to know "How he must pine and languish, groan and grieve; "And every day in ease and peace to dine, "And rest in comfort!-what a heart is mine!"— TALE XVIII. THE WAGER. 'Tis thought your deer doth hold you at a bay. Taming the Shrew, Act V. Scene 2. TALE XVIII. THE WAGER. COUNTER and CLUBB were men in trade, whose pains, Counter and Clubb were men who must succeed. They show'd their difference when the magnet came. |