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| Juno. | Aye but, young nymph (I must not say 'young woman') She's Pan-Teutonic now,—not Holy Roman! |
| Minerva. | None of your quips here, Venus,—don't be stupid;— I am too much for you, as well as Cupid. Is this the way you prove your friendship's hearty, In pressing me to join your garden-party?— Now,—list, all, to the Chair!—I shan't be long:— I need not, now, remind you that I'm strong, And hence you may be sure I shall not shrink From speaking out exactly what I think.— "High motives"—"freedom"—all that's very pleasant For Proserpine to tell a docile peasant,— Or the marines,—but, among us, 'twon't do To try that "high falutin';—Entre nous, Fighting's expensive; and she wouldn't try it, Unless she thought that she could profit by it. Well,—she has fought, and she has gained the day;— Let Kars and Bessarabia be her pay; In other hands she leaves the Stygian plain, So Juno need not fear for her domain,— |
| Juno | Yes, but she may be up to her old tricks;— She has the Poles,—then why come near the Styx? |
