cuts me down, and begs his cousin to take me for her steward.
THE DUENNA.
Well, but how came it about that you were thus ruined ?
RAOUENEAU.
Oh ! Lise loved the warriors, and I loved the poets ! What cakes there were that Apollo chanced to leave were quickly snapped up by Mars. Thus ruin was not long a-coming.
THE DUENNA
[rising, and calling up to the open window]. Roxane, are you ready ? They wait for us !
ROXANE'S VOICE
[from the window].
I will but put me on a cloak !
THE DUENNA
[to KAGUENEAU, showing him the door opposite].
They wait us there opposite, at Clomire's house.
She receives them all there to-day the prfaieusts, the poets; they read a discourse on the Tender Passion.
RAGUENEAU.
The Tender Passion?
THE DUENNA
[in a mincing voice].
Ay, indeed 1 [Calling up to the window.] Roxane, an you come not down quickly, we shall miss the discourse on the Tender Passion !
