--
Did I not sleep last night with you in my arms?
I could have sworn it. Why should body have
So large a part in love? For if 'twere only
Spirit knew how to love, an easy road
My feet had down to death. But I must want
Lips against mine, and arms marrying me,
And breast to kiss with its dear warmth my breast,--
Body must love! O me, how it must ache
Before it is as numb as thine, dear boy!
Poor darling, didst thou forget that I was made
To wed thee, body and soul? For surely else
Thou hadst not gone from life.--
Ah, folk already,
Coming to curse the light with all their stares.
V
KATRINA _and_ JEAN.
_Katrina_.
Where are you off to, Jean, in such a tear?
_Jean_.
I'm busy.
_Katrina_.
O you light-skirts! who is it now?
You think I can't guess what your business is?
Is it aught fresh, or only old stuff warmed?
_Jean_.
Does not the smartness in your wits, Katrina,
Make your food smack sourly?--Well, this time,
It's serious with me. I believe I'm caught.
_Katrina_.
O but you've had such practice in being caught,
You'll break away quite easily when you want.
Tell me now who it is.
_Jean_.
The man who spoke
When we were at the Scottish Gate that day.
O, he's a dapper boy! Did you mark his eyes?
_Katrina_.
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