44 ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.

But may I ask the name of the divinity

Who with her presence honours this vicinity ?

Evr. Why, though I hate impertinent inquisitors,
It’s only right that folks should know their visitors.

 

SONG (Evrypice).

(Ain—Jenny Jones.)

My name’s Eury-di-ce, excuse the penultimate,
Made long, as the music and metre entails.

My father and mother pronounce it Eur-y-dice,
Good truth, that’s the way, but the prosody fails.
And indeed o’er all rules, both of grammar and poetry,
Those of sweet music I prize far above,
For, indeed, in my heart, I do love that accomplishment,

And Orpheus, my husband and master, I love.