ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.

I started from earth and the vale of my fathers,
As Fate had decreed o’er the Styx I should pass ;
But I don’t care two pins for my present predicament,
And I shan’t even say “ Woe is me,” or “ Alas!”
For my husband has vowed to release and restore me,
To my home, and what’s more, to my music, above !
For indeed, in my heart I do love that accomplishment,
And Orpheus, my husband and master, I love.

Pru, Take you away from here! toearth? Get out!

 

Eur. I mean to——

PLU. Bother !
Eur. You—beyond a doubt ;
And that ere long—
Pui. Stuff! Once within our wickets,

You come to stop. We don’t give pass out tickets.