PLv.

ORP.

Puv.

ORP.

ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.

I'll give you up your wife—mine, too—if wanted,
Rather than be by such a nuisance haunted.

Though of concession it’s a fearful stretcher—

Look sharp, or else——
[ Threatens to play.

“That strain again!” 1°11 fetch her.

[Exit precipitately.

 

Come! for subduing wrong, oppression, crimes,

I wield an organ—pow’rful as the Times,

‘Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,

And soften ”—everybody knows the rest.

I question, if the rudest Goth or Vandal,

Could well resist my overtures by Handle.

Pluto! (calling) I can’t stand here all night, you know,
Settle my little claim, and let me go,