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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries novel. A total of 990 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The German Cla.s.sics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries.Volume I.by Editor-in-Ch
The German Cla.s.sics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries.Volume I.by Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke.PREFACE It is surprising how little the English-speaking world knows of German literature of the nineteenth century. Goethe and Schiller found their
- 401 Neither let, oh, let not yourselves be made supine by reliance upon others or upon anything whatsoever that lies outside yourselves, nor yet through the unintelligent belief of our time that the epochs of history are made by the agency of some unknown pow
- 402 How can we, as it were, spiritually melt this apparently rigid form, so that the pure energy of things may flow together with the force of our spirit and both become one united mold? We must transcend Form, in order to gain it again as intelligible, livin
- 403 By character we understand a unity of several forces, operating constantly to produce among them a certain equipoise and determinate proportion, to which, if undisturbed, a like equipoise in the symmetry of the forms corresponds. But if this vital Unity i
- 404 Even though it might be permitted to Painting, from its peculiar nature, to give a distinct preponderance to the Soul, yet theory and instruction will do best constantly to aim at that original Centre, whence alone Art may be produced ever anew; whereas,
- 405 Here, too, he heard the rustling of the forest leaves and the splas.h.i.+ng of the fountain; here he was grounded in the strong and pious, if somewhat narrow, Catholicism of his race. It was a Catholicism, however, which was genuinely Romantic in that it
- 406 THE MOUNTAINEER Oh, would I were a falcon wild, I should spread my wings and soar; Then I should come a-swooping down By a wealthy burgher's door.In his house there dwells a maiden, She is called fair Magdalene, And a fairer brown-eyed damsel All my
- 407 Today his knife he'll whet, 'Twill cut far better yet; Soon he will come and mow, And we must bear the woe-- Beware, fair flower!The flowers fresh and green today, Tomorrow will be mowed away Narcissus so white, The meadows' delight, The hy
- 408 RAPUNZEL There were once a man and a woman who had long in vain wished for a child. At length the woman hoped that G.o.d was about to grant her desire. These people had a little window at the back of their house from which a splendid garden could be seen,
- 409 THE FISHERMAN AND HIS WIFE There was once on a time a Fisherman who lived with his wife in a miserable hovel close by the sea, and every day he went out fis.h.i.+ng.And once as he was sitting with his rod, looking at the clear water, his line suddenly wen
- 410 Therefore will we what G.o.d did say, With honest truth, maintain-- And ne'er a fellow-creature slay, A tyrant's pay to gain!But he shall perish by stroke of brand Who fighteth for sin and shame, And not inherit the German land With men of the G
- 411 Should you of the comrades black demand-- That is Lutzow's wild and untamed band.What pa.s.ses swift through the darksome glade, And roves o'er the mountains all?It crouches in nightly ambuscade; The hurrah breaks round the foe dismayed, And the
- 412 And our freedom's sure foundation, Pious longing, fills the breast; Love that charms in every nation In our German land is best.Ye that are in castles dwelling, Or in towns that grace our soil, Farmers that in harvests swelling Reap the fruits of Ger
- 413 SONG OF THE MOUNTAIN BOY[20] (1806) The mountain shepherd-boy am I; The castles all below me spy.The sun sends me his earliest beam, Leaves me his latest, lingering gleam.I am the boy of the mountain!The mountain torrent's home is here, Fresh from th
- 414 A bullet flies toward us us-- "Is that for me or thee?"It struck him, pa.s.sing o'er me; I see his corpse before me As 'twere a part of me!And still, while I am loading, His outstretched hand I view; "Not now--awhile we sever; But
- 415 FREE ART[28] (1812) Thou, whom song was given, sing In the German poets' wood!When all boughs with music ring-- Then is life and pleasure good.Nay, this art doth not belong To a small and haughty band; Scattered are the seeds of song All about the Ge
- 416 Is there none will be her champion Of all that mighty throng?"Yet from that host there comes no sound; They stand unmoved as stone; The blind king seems to gaze around; Am I all, all alone?""Not all alone!" His youthful son Grasps his
- 417 THE BROKEN RING[35] (1810) Down in yon cool valley I hear a mill-wheel go: Alas! my love has left me, Who once dwelt there below.A ring of gold she gave me, And vowed she would be true; The vow long since was broken, The gold ring snapped in two.I would I
- 418 They'll soon away be wearing, But love beyond comparing Is thine, my Lady sweet."In early morning waking, I toil with ready smile, And though my heart be breaking, I'll sing to hide its aching, And dig my grave the while."The boat touc
- 419 CHAPTER III Here was a puzzle! It had never occurred to me that I did not know my way. Not a human being was to be seen in the quiet early morning whom I could question, and right before me the road divided into many roads, which went on far, far over the
- 420 A couple of hours must have pa.s.sed, when I was roused by the winding of a post-horn, which sounded merrily in my dreams for a while before I fully recovered consciousness. At last I sprang up; day was already dawning on the mountains, and I felt through
- 421 Here was I imprisoned in a foreign land! The Lady fair undoubtedly was even now standing at her window and looking across the quiet garden toward the high-road, to see if I were not coming from the toll-house with my fiddle. The clouds were scudding acros
- 422 I had from the first entertained a special dislike of this painter on account of his nonsensical talk. But now I fell into a rage with him."The low fellow is certainly intoxicated again," I thought; "he has got the key from the maid, and in
- 423 CHAPTER X The boat touched the sh.o.r.e, and we all left it as quickly as possible, and scattered about in the meadows, like birds suddenly set free from the cage. The reverend gentleman took a hasty leave of us, and strode off toward the castle. The stud
- 424 "In the days that are gone, we were playmates so true; Like brother and sister we played, I and you.Our love was still constant in joy or in pain-- But alas for the days that will ne'er come again!"You learned to toss proudly your glorious
- 425 Upon my heart, and upon my breast, Thou joy of all joys, my sweetest, best!Bliss, thou art love; O love, thou art bliss-- I've said it, and seal it here with a kiss.I thought no happiness mine could exceed, But now I am happy, O happy indeed!She only
- 426 Whether in prayer the sufferer bowed his head, Or in despairing torment gnashed his teeth, Still on the sculptor's flying fingers sped.The pale, exhausted victim, nigh to death, As night the third long day of agony Is ending, murmurs with his last we
- 427 Once a strange old man went singing, Words of scornful admonition To the streets and markets bringing: "In the wilds a voice am I!Slowly, slowly seek your mission; Naught in haste, or rash endeavor-- From the work yet ceasing never Slow and sure the
- 428 "But in G.o.d's name!" exclaimed I in my trepidation, "what can I do for a man who--" we both started, and, as I believe, reddened.After a moment's silence, he again resumed: "During the short time that I had the happine
- 429 "Bendel!" cried I, "Bendel, thou only one who seest my affliction and respectest it, seekest not to pry into it, but appearest silently and kindly to sympathize, come to me, Bendel, and be the nearest to my heart; I have not locked from the
- 430 CHAPTER V It was still early morning when voices, which were raised in my ante-chamber in violent dispute, awoke me. I listened. Bendel forbade entrance; Rascal swore high and hotly that he would receive no commands from his equal, and insisted on forcing
- 431 And all for a shadow! And this shadow a pen-stroke could have obtained for me! I thought over the strange proposition and my refusal. All was chaos in me. I had no longer either discernment or faculty of comprehension.The day went along. I stilled my hung
- 432 Thou knowest, my friend, that I have clearly discovered, since I have run through the schools of the philosophers, that I have by no means a turn for philosophical speculations, and that I have totally renounced for myself this field. Since then I have le
- 433 The excessive cold seized on me; I with difficulty rescued my life from this danger; and the moment I reached land, I ran with the utmost speed to the Lybyan desert in order to dry myself in the sun, but, as I was here exposed, it burned me so furiously o
- 434 He now picked up the pipe and tobacco-pouch which the student had let fall, and, holding them out to him, said: "Don't take on so dreadfully in the dark, my worthy sir, or alarm people, when nothing is the matter, after all, but having taken a s
- 435 "Dear Herr Anselmus," said Archivarius Lindhorst, "you have indeed fine capacities for the art of calligraphy; but, in the meanwhile, it is clear enough, I must reckon more on your diligence and good-will than on your capacity."The stu
- 436 "Look you, Amice!" said Conrector Paulmann, holding up his watch, which pointed to half-past twelve.The student Anselmus saw clearly that he was much too late for Archivarius Lindhorst; and he complied with the Corrector's wishes the more r
- 437 "Avaunt, thou devil's brood!" cried the student Anselmus, full of fury; "it was thou alone and thy h.e.l.lish arts that brought me to the sin which I must now expiate. But I bear it all patiently; for only here can I be, where the kind
- 438 How deeply did I feel, in the depth of my heart, the blessedness of the student Anselmus, who now, indissolubly united with his gentle Serpentina, has withdrawn to the mysterious Land of Wonders, recognized by him as the home toward which his bosom, fille
- 439 They were just raising it in their hands and were already poising it over the fountain, when Bertalda came running up and called out to them to stop, as it was from this fountain that the water was brought which was so good for her complexion and she woul
- 440 Bertalda had meanwhile given herself up to a variety of strange thoughts. She knew a good deal of Undine's origin, and yet not the whole, and the fearful Kuhleborn especially had remained to her a terrible but wholly unrevealed mystery. She had indee
- 441 When I went away, when I went away, Full of joy the world lay there; When I came today, when I came today, All, all was bare.Still the swallows come, still the swallows come, And the empty chest is filled-- But this longing dumb, but this longing dumb Sha
- 442 He dropped his eyes toward the pool, And saw within the shadows dim A dragon's jaws agape for him-- A still more fierce and dangerous foe If he should slip and fall below.So, hanging midway of the two, He spied a cause of terror new: Where to the roc
- 443 _AUGUST VON PLATEN-HALLERMUND_ THE PILGRIM BEFORE ST. JUST'S[60] (1819) 'Tis night, and tempests whistle o'er the moor; Oh, Spanish father, ope the door!Deny me not the little boon I crave, Thine order's vesture, and a grave!Grant me a
- 444 [Footnote 9: Translator: H.W. Dulcken. Permission Ward, Lock & Company, Ltd., London.][Footnote 10: Translator: Margarete Munsterberg.][Footnote 11: Translator: C.T. Brooks.][Footnote 12: Translator: Herman Montagu Donner.][Footnote 13: Translator: C.T. B
- 445 [Footnote 56: Translator: H.W. Dulcken. From _Book of German Songs_, permission Ward, Lock & Company, Ltd., London.] [Footnote 57: Translator: Margarete Munsterberg.] [Footnote 58: Translator: A.I. du P. Coleman.] [Footnote 59: Translator: H.W. Dulcken. P
- 446 The German Cla.s.sics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries.Vol. VI.by Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke.THE LIFE OF HEINRICH HEINE BY WILLIAM GUILD HOWARD, A.M. a.s.sistant Professor of German, Harvard University I.The history of German literature makes
- 447 7[11]I'll breathe my soul and its secret In the lily's chalice white; The lily shall thrill and reecho A song of my heart's delight.The song shall quiver and tremble, Even as did the kiss That her rosy lips once gave me In a moment of wondr
- 448 1[22]I have been wont to bear my head on high, Haughty and stern am I of mood and mien; Yea, though a king should gaze on me, I ween, I should not at his gaze cast down my eye.But I will speak, dear Mother, candidly: When most puffed up my haughty mood ha
- 449 "Jehovah! Thy glories I spit upon; I am the King of Babylon!"But scarce had the awful words been said When the King's heart withered with secret dread.The boisterous laughter was stifled all, And corpselike still did wax the hall; Lo! lo! o
- 450 You lovely fisher-maiden, Bring now the boat to land; Come here and sit beside me, We'll prattle hand in hand.Your head lay on my bosom, Nor be afraid of me; Do you not trust all fearless Daily the great wild sea?My heart is like the sea, dear, Has s
- 451 How sweet and homelike the world is reflected, In the chalice green of Rhinewine Rummer.And how the dancing microcosm Sunnily glides down the thirsty throat!Everything I behold in the gla.s.s-- History, old and new, of the nations, Both Turks and Greeks,
- 452 Germany's still a little child, But he's nursed by the sun, though tender; He is not suckled on soothing milk, But on flames of burning splendor.One grows apace on such a diet; It fires the blood from languor.Ye neighbors' children, have a
- 453 She kissed his brow, she kissed his mouth, She clasped him close, and pressed Her poor lips to the b.l.o.o.d.y wounds That gaped upon his breast.His shoulder stark she kisses too, When, searching, she discovers Three little scars her teeth had made When t
- 454 THE JOURNEY TO THE HARZ[49] (1824) BY HEINRICH HEINE TRANSLATED BY CHARLES G.o.dFREY LELAND "Nothing is permanent but change, nothing constant but death. Every pulsation of the heart inflicts a wound, and life would be an endless bleeding were it not
- 455 How thou wilt be beloved and accursed! How thou wilt aid in debauchery, pandering, lying, and murdering! How thou wilt restlessly roll along through clean and dirty hands for centuries, until finally, laden with tresspa.s.ses and weary with sin, thou wilt
- 456 "Ah! that heartless, cold expression All my being terrifies-- Though my darkling fear is lessened By thy frank and honest eyes."Yet I doubt if thou believest What is held for truth by most; Hast thou faith in G.o.d the Father, In the Son and Hol
- 457 The higher we ascend, so much the shorter and more dwarflike do the fir-trees become, shrinking up, as it were, within themselves, until finally only whortleberries, bilberries, and mountain herbs remain. It is also sensibly colder. Here, for the first ti
- 458 We feel infinite happiness when the outer world blends with the world of our own soul, and green trees, thoughts, the songs of birds, gentle melancholy, the blue of heaven, memory, and the perfume of herbs, run together in sweet arabesques. Women best und
- 459 The Emperor rode calmly, straight through the middle of the avenue; no policeman stopped him; behind him proudly rode his cortege on snorting steeds and loaded with gold and ornaments. The drums rolled, the trumpets pealed; near me crazy Aloysius spun rou
- 460 I felt that the man's hand trembled and, fearing lest he might imagine, in his excitement, that I really was the Duke of Wellington, I endeavored to allay his violence, and, in an underhand manner to soothe him, I called up his national pride; I repr
- 461 In profane poetry we find, as I have already signified, first the cycle of sagas of the _Nibelungen_ and the _Heldenbuch_, or _Book of Heroes_.In them prevails all the pre-Christian manner of thought and of feeling; in them rude strength has not as yet be
- 462 "Peace be with you! Sit ye down near me!" The two strangers immediately sat down at the table, and the Rabbi read on. Several times while the others were repeating a sentence after him, he said an endearing word to his wife; once, alluding to th
- 463 "G.o.d's welcome to a pleasant feast-day!" cried Jakel the Fool. "Do not be astonished that our street is so empty and quiet just now. All our people are in the synagogue, and you have come just in time to hear the history of the sacri
- 464 A sudden purple red shot into the cheeks of the Spaniard; an inexpressible confusion seemed to have seized him as he stammered-- "Senora, you misunderstood me--an innocent jest--but, by G.o.d, no mockery, no scorn of Israel. I myself am sprung from t
- 465 [Ill.u.s.tration: FRANZ GRILLPARZER AND KAETHI FRoHLICH IN 1823]In 1810 he revolts from Schiller and swears allegiance to Goethe. In the ensuing years he learns English, Greek, and Spanish; Shakespeare supplants Goethe in his esteem, and he is attracted f
- 466 _Slaves and slave-women, attendants of the King, etc._ MEDEA (1822) TRANSLATED BY THEODORE A. MILLER, PH.D.ACT I _Before the walls of Corinth. At the left, halfway up stage, a tent is pitched; in the background lies the sea, with a point of land jutting o
- 467 MEDEA (_to the slave_).'Tis finished. Stamp the earth about it close, And go.--I charge thee, guard my secret well.Thou art a Colchian, and I know thee true.[_The slave departs._]GORA (_calling after him with grim scorn_). If thou shalt tell thy mast
- 468 RUSTIC. I did, my lord.JASON. How went thy tale?RUSTIC. I Said, "One waits without, A guest-friend of thy house, well-known to thee, Yet so hedged round is he with traitorous foes, He dares not enter, ere thou promise him Peace and protection."J
- 469 [MEDEA _leads the reluctant_ GORA _away, whispering words of comfort as they go._ JASON _throws himself on a gra.s.s-bank, and strikes his breast._]JASON. O, heart of mine, burst from thy prison-house, And drink the air!-- Ay, there they lie, fair Corinth
- 470 MEDEA. Prove that I twist thy words! I'll thank thee for it.Quick, quick! The king draws nigh.--Let thy heart speak!JASON. So, wait we here the breaking of the storm.[GORA _comes out of the tent with the two children_; MEDEA _places herself between t
- 471 MEDEA (_stepping forward with the children_). Medea! Here am I. KING. Is t she? JASON (_dully_). It is. CREUSA (_pressing close to her father_). O, horror! MEDEA (_to_ CREUSA). Thourt wrong. I never slew my sire. My brother died, tis true; but ask my lo
- 472 JASON (_as he follows the king, to _CREUSA).Give me thy hand, Creusa, as of yore!CREUSA. Thou canst not take it as of old thou didst.MEDEA. They go,--and I am left, forgot! Oh, children, Run here and clasp me close. Nay, closer, tighter!CREUSA (_to hersel
- 473 Mine she became.--Her father cursed his child; But mine she was, whether I would or no.'Twas she that won me that mysterious Fleece; She was my guide to that dank horror-cave Where dwelt the dragon, guardian of the prize, The which I slew, and bore t
- 474 [_She raises her right hand and gazes at it reproachfully._]Rebellious fingers! I would punish them!CREUSA. Perverse one! When my heart was filled with joy At thinking how 'twould gladden Jason's heart To hear this song from thee!MEDEA. Ay, thou
- 475 Why so distressed?Men have forgotten many an evil deed That chanced long since, ay, even the G.o.ds themselves Remember not past sorrows.MEDEA (_embracing her_).Say'st thou so?Oh, that I could believe it, could believe it! JASON _enters._ CREUSA (_tu
- 476 JASON. Ah, thou art good! Would I could learn this peace Of thee!CREUSA. To all that choose, the G.o.ds will give it.Thou hadst it once, and canst have yet again.JASON. Dost thou think often on our happy youth?CREUSA. Ay, many a time, and gladly. JASON. H
- 477 She cannot sing it.--Other songs are hers, Like that which, with her magic arts, she sang Unto the dragon, that he fell asleep.That was no pure, sweet strain, like this of thine!CREUSA (_whispering in _MEDEA's _ear_)."Ye G.o.ds above, ye mighty
- 478 HERALD. A herald of the G.o.ds am I, sent forth From the ancient council of the Amphictyons That speaks its judgments in that holy town Of freedom, Delphi. And I follow close, With cries of vengeance, on the guilty tracks Of those false kinsmen of King Pe
- 479 I hate thee,--but I fear thee not!MEDEA. Then come![_She addresses him earnestly in low tones._]Dost thou remember--Nay, look not on me So haughtily!--how, on that very day Before thine uncle died, his daughters went So sorrowful and hopeless forth from m
- 480 [_She goes out._]KING. Our punishment, at least, will follow thee!(_To_ CREUSA.) Nay, tremble not. We'll keep thee safe from her!CREUSA. I wonder only, whether what we do Be right? If so, no power can work us harm! (_The curtain falls._) ACT III _The
- 481 GORA. Then punish him, strike him low!Avenge thy brother, thy sire, Our fatherland and our G.o.ds, Our shame-yea, mine, and thine!MEDEA. First I will have my babes; All else is hidden in night.What think'st thou of this?--When he comes Treading proud
- 482 Tell her, who is so like thee, she must come.GORA. Ah, if she were like me, thou wouldst not speak In such imperious wise! I promise thee That she shall know of it, and to thy dole!JASON. I would have speech with her.GORA. Go in!JASON. Not I! 'Tis sh
- 483 JASON. Go!MEDEA. And today?JASON. Today!MEDEA. And thou canst stand So calm before me and speak such a word, Nor drop thine eyes for shame, nor even blush?JASON. I must needs blush, if I should say aught else! MEDEA. Ha! Good! Well done! Speak ever words
- 484 MEDEA. Nay, if it seem so hard, why dost not choose To fly with me?JASON. But whither? Ay, and how?MEDEA. There was a time thou hadst not shown thyself So over-prudent, when thou camest first To Colchis from the city of thy sires, Seeking the glitter of a
- 485 JASON. Nay, have a care, Lest thou shouldst turn my pity unto hate!And keep a quiet mien, since that is all Can soften thy hard fate.MEDEA. To prayers and tears I needs must humble me! My husband!--No, For that thou art no more! Beloved!--No, For that, th
- 486 MEDEA (_pointing to _CREUSA).Let her but go away!They love me! Am I not their mother? Look How she doth beckon, nod to them, and draw Them further from me!CREUSA. I will go away, Though I deserve not thy suspicious hate.MEDEA. Come to me, children!--Come!
- 487 O, woe and heavy sorrow!MEDEA. O G.o.ds, is this your vengeance, then, Your retribution? All for love I followed him, as wife should e'er Follow her lord. My father died, But was it I that slew him? No!My brother fell. Was't, then, my hand That
- 488 My old, fierce will yet lives, but all my strength Is vanished. Oh, were I Medea still--!But no, I am no more! O Jason, why, Why hast thou used me so? I sheltered thee, Saved thee, and gave thee all my heart to keep; All that was mine, I flung away for th
- 489 MEDEA (_rus.h.i.+ng eagerly to the chest_).Yea, mine!KING. And is the Fleece Therein?MEDEA. It is.KING. Then give it me! MEDEA. I will!KING. Almost I do regret I pitied thee, Since thou hast sought to cozen us!MEDEA. Fear not!For thou shalt have thy due!
- 490 MEDEA. I warned thee not to shake it, fool!Back to thy house again, Serpent with forked tongue!Wait till the knell hath rung; Thou shalt not wait in vain!Now clasp it tightly, carry it with heed!GORA. I fear some dreadful thing will come of this! MEDEA. S
- 491 Good? Ha, good?'Tis a false lie! For know, thou old, gray man, She will betray thee, _hath_ betrayed thee, thee, Ay, and herself! But thou didst curse her sore "Know thou shalt be thrust forth Like a beast of the wilderness," thou saidst; &
- 492 KING. Knew'st not. Never think To 'scape my wrath on this wise!GORA. Dost thou think I shudder at thy wrath? Mine eyes have seen-- Woe's me!--the children weltering in their blood, Slain by the hand of her that bore them, ay, Medea's v
- 493 JASON. Wouldst thou thrust me forth?KING. I banish thee my sight.JASON. What shall I do?KING. Some G.o.d will answer that!JASON. Who, then, will guide My wandering steps, who lend a helping hand? For, see! my head is bleeding, wounded sore By falling fire
- 494 What is the happiness the world can give?-- A shadow! What the fame it can bestow?-- An empty dream! Poor man! Thy dreams were all Of shadows! And the dreams are ended now, But not the long, black Night!--Farewell to thee, My husband, for I go! That was a
- 495 RACHEL. Then I'll beg until they free me!ISAAC. Yes, just like thy mother, eh?She, too, looked at handsome Christians, Sighed, too, for Egyptian flesh-pots; Had I not so closely watched her I should deem-well, G.o.d forgive me!-- That thy madness cam
- 496 The brave Castilians me from place to place, Like shelterers of villainy did lead, And hid me from my uncle of Leon, Since death did threaten host as well as guest.But everywhere they tracked me up and down.Then Estevan Illan, a don who long Hath slept be
- 497 KING. 'Tis bad!GARCERAN. We think So too, and that he plans a mightier blow.And rumor hath it that his s.h.i.+ps convey From Africa to Cadiz men and food, Where secretly a mighty army forms, Which Jussuf, ruler of Morocco, soon Will join with forces
- 498 See, my ransom. Here will I Remain a while and take a little sleep. (_Laying her cheek against the_ KINGs _knee._) Here safety is; and here tis good to rest. QUEEN. Will you not go? KING. You see that I am caught. QUEEN. If you are caught, I still am fr
- 499 RACHEL (_still exhausted, turning to the _KING).My thanks, O Sire, for all thy mighty care!O were I not a poor and wretched thing-- (_with a motion of her hand across her neck_) That this my neck, made short by hangman's hand, That this my breast, a
- 500 GARCERAN. It sometimes seems she does, and then does not.A shallow mind ne'er worries for the morrow.KING. Of course thou didst not hesitate to throw To her the bait of words, as is thy wont?How did she take it, pray?GARCERAN. Not badly, Sire. KING.