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Nay, worked such prodigies as sparing you
Lord Mertoun's pedigree before the flood,
Which Thorold seemed in very act to tell
--Or bringing Austin to pluck up that most
Firm-rooted heresy--your suitor's eyes,
He would maintain, were grey instead of blue--
I think I brought him to contrition!--Well,
I have not done such things, (all to deserve
A minute's quiet cousin's talk with you,)
To be dismissed so coolly.
MILDRED. Guendolen!
What have I done? what could suggest...
GUENDOLEN. There, there!
Do I not comprehend you'd be alone
To throw those testimonies in a heap,
Thorold's enlargings, Austin's brevities,
With that poor silly heartless Guendolen's
Ill-time misplaced attempted smartnesses--
And sift their sense out? now, I come to spare you
Nearly a whole night's labour. Ask and have!
Demand, be answered! Lack I ears and eyes?
Am I perplexed which side of the rock-table
The Conqueror dined on when he landed first,
Lord Mertoun's ancestor was bidden take--
The bow-hand or the arrow-hand's great meed?
Mildred, the Earl has soft blue eyes!
MILDRED. My brother--
Did he... you said that he received him well?
GUENDOLEN. If I said only "well" I said not much.
Oh, stay--which brother?
MILDRED. Thorold! who--Who else?
GUENDOLEN. Thorold (a secret) is too proud by half,--
Nay, hear me out--with us he's even gentler
Than we are with our birds.
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