Thy thunder off, nor want the angels' guard. But Pippa- just one such mischance would spoil Her day that lightens the next twelvemonth's toil At wearisome silk-winding, coil on coil! One splash of water ruins you asleep, 70 80 Worship whom else? For am I not, this day, Whate'er I please? What shall I please to-day? My morn, noon, eve and night—how spend my day? To-morrow I must be Pippa who winds silk, The whole year round, to earn just bread and milk: But, this one day, I have leave to go, Of the Happiest Four in our Asolo! See! Up the hillside yonder, through the morning, Some one shall love me, as the world calls love: I am no less than Ottima, take warning! The gardens, and the great stone house above, And other house for shrubs, all glass in front, About me Ottima, I mean of late, But love, love, love - there's better love, 131 This foolish love was only day's first offer; Blacker than all except the black eyelash; 140 a bride to look at and scarce touch, Scarce touch, remember, Jules! For are not such With love for all men! I, to-night at least, Would be that holy and beloved priest. Now wait!-even I already seem to share In God's love: what does New-year's hymn declare ? What other meaning do these verses bear? All service ranks the same with God: 190 Our earth, each only as God wills Say not "a small event!" Why “small” ? 200 ! Otti. Foul as the morn may be. There, shut the world out! How do you feel now, Ottima? There, curse The world and all outside! Let us throw off This mask how do you bear yourself? Otti. For instance let those two words mean, "His blood" And nothing more. Notice, I'll say them Over the wine and fruit. I had to scheme To get him from the fire. Nothing but saying 290 His own set wants the proof-mark, roused him up To hunt them out. Seb. 'Faith, he is not alive To fondle you before face. my Otti. Do you Fondle me then! Who means to take your life For that, my Sebald? Seb. Hark you, Ottima ! One thing to guard against. We'll not make much One of the other that is, not make more Parade of warmth, childish officious coil, Than yesterday: as if, sweet, I supposed Proof upon proof were needed now, now first, To show I love you — yes, still love you love you In spite of Luca and what's come to him 300 My husband Luca Gaddi's murdered corpse Within there, at his couch-foot, covered close Would you have pored upon it? Why per sist 320 In poring now upon it? For 't is here say, Seb. Off, off- take your hands off mine, 'Tis the hot evening-off! oh, morning is it? Otti. There's one thing must be done; you know what thing. 329 Come in and help to carry. We may sleep Anywhere in the whole wide house to-night. Seb. What would come, think you, if we let him lie Just as he is? Let him lie there until |