The Philopoena: or, Friendship's offering ; a gift for all seasons . hen shall I live in London ? Ken. Tiiou wilt be married some day, my child;thou art too beautiful and too pure not to find a richand noble Caih. {with animation.) Yes, even so : and then weshall liave a palace at London, barges on the Thames,forests where we may hunt the game, a falcon onmy hand, followed by valets and pages. Thou slialtbe with me—ramble over my , and receive thehomage of my vassals. Then I shall be weary nomore. I shall be beautiful, rich—I shall be power-tul. I shall say, I wish it, and all
The Philopoena: or, Friendship's offering ; a gift for all seasons . hen shall I live in London ? Ken. Tiiou wilt be married some day, my child;thou art too beautiful and too pure not to find a richand noble Caih. {with animation.) Yes, even so : and then weshall liave a palace at London, barges on the Thames,forests where we may hunt the game, a falcon onmy hand, followed by valets and pages. Thou slialtbe with me—ramble over my , and receive thehomage of my vassals. Then I shall be weary nomore. I shall be beautiful, rich—I shall be power-tul. I shall say, I wish it, and all the world wilobey me. Ken. Fool that thou art! Cath. Ah, Kennedy, if I believed I should alwaysremain thus, in this solitary house, between these suf-ticating walls, clad in these dresses, and surroundedby this simple furniture, I would rather be laid in mycoffin, provided it were covered with a marble mon-ument. Ken. My child, the dreams of thy imaginationsometimes affright me. Abandon not thyself tosuch thoughts. Cath. Kennedy, my thoughts are my only happi-. : 173 |: ness, my dreams m_) only leave them to |l ji Ken. Come, I see thou wishest to be alone, to give i| thyself up to thy follies. For a year I have per- ? 1 ceived that my presence is irksome to thee. {; Caih. O, my good mother, thou art deceived, thou 11 art unjust! But when I am alone strange voices !: whisper in my ear, fantastic shapes pass before my eyes ; then all is peopled and animate ; the chain of created beings is no longer confined to man—it as-I cends to God. In imagination I traverse the rounds; of that luminous ladder whose extremities reposej upon earth and touch the heavens. In the fire 1 be-I hold salamanders, that raise millions of sparks in!J their sports. In the water that flows beneath my^i windows there is an Undine who salutes me as his!j sister. The perfumed breeze of the evening comes j ; laden with sylphs, that repose in my hair ; and sala- i manders, Undine, and syl
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