THE ROAD TO AVERNUS 



He: 



Call me your spaniel, your starling, take me 



and treat me as these, 

 I would be anything, darling ! aye, whatsoever 



you please. 

 Brian and Basil are " punting," leave them 



their dice and their wine. 

 Bertha is butterfly hunting, surely one hour 



shall be mine. 

 See, I have done with all duty ; see, I can 



dare all disgrace. 

 Only to look at your beauty, feasting my eyes 



on your face. 

 She : 

 Look at me, aye, till your eyes ache ! How, 



let me ask, will it end ; 

 Neither for your sake nor my sake, but for 



the sake of my friend ? 

 He: 

 Is she your friend, then ? I own it, this is all 



wrong, and the rest, 



Frustra sed anima monet, caro quod fortius est. 



She : 



Not quite so close, Laurence Raby, not with 



your arm round my waist ; 

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