<h2><SPAN name="page144"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>ROMNEY</h2>
<p class="poetry">Nay, Romney, nay—I will not hear you
say<br/>
Those words again: “I love you, love you
sweet!”<br/>
You are profane—blasphemous. I
repeat,<br/>
You are no actor for so grand a play.</p>
<p class="poetry">You love with all your heart? Well, that
may be;<br/>
Some cups are fashioned shallow. Should I
try<br/>
To quench my thirst from one of those, when
dry—<br/>
I who have had a full bowl proffered me—</p>
<p class="poetry">A new bowl brimming with a draught divine,<br/>
One single taste thrilled to the finger-tips?<br/>
Think you I even care to bathe my lips<br/>
With this poor sweetened water you call wine?</p>
<p class="poetry">And though I spilled the nectar ere ’twas
quaffed,<br/>
And broke the bowl in wanton folly, yet<br/>
I would die of my thirst ere I would wet<br/>
My burning lips with any meaner draught.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page145"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
145</span>So leave me, Romney. One who has seen a play<br/>
Enacted by a star cannot endure<br/>
To see it rendered by an amateur.<br/>
You know not what Love is—now go away!</p>
<div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />
1 of 2
2 of 2
Previous
Next
Update Required
To play the media you will need to either update your browser to a recent version or update your Flash plugin.