Part 42 (2/2)
MARGARET
No, not a word. I go so little out.
LISBETH
It's true, Sibylla said, to-day.
She's played the fool at last, there's not a doubt.
Such taking-on of airs!
MARGARET
How so?
LISBETH
It stinks!
She's feeding two, whene'er she eats and drinks.
MARGARET
Ah!
LISBETH
And so, at last, it serves her rightly.
She clung to the fellow so long and tightly!
That was a promenading!
At village and dance parading!
As the first they must everywhere s.h.i.+ne, And he treated her always to pies and wine, And she made a to-do with her face so fine; So mean and shameless was her behavior, She took all the presents the fellow gave her.
'Twas kissing and coddling, on and on!
So now, at the end, the flower is gone.
MARGARET
The poor, poor thing!
LISBETH
Dost pity her, at that?
When one of us at spinning sat, And mother, nights, ne'er let us out the door She sported with her paramour.
On the door-bench, in the pa.s.sage dark, The length of the time they'd never mark.
So now her head no more she'll lift, But do church-penance in her sinner's s.h.i.+ft!
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