THE ROAD TO AVERNUS 



Talk not of ties to me reckless, here every 



tie I discard — 

 Make me your girdle, your necklace — 



She : Laurence, you kiss me too hard. 



He: 



Aye, 'tis the road to Avernus, fi est-ce pas vrai 



done, ma belle ? 

 There let them bind us or burn us, mais lejeu 



vaut la chandelle. 

 Am I your lord or your vassal ? Are you my 



sun or my torch ? 

 You, when I look at you, dazzle, yet when I 



touch you you scorch. 



She : 



Yonder are Brian and Basil, watching us fools 

 from the porch. 



Scene X "AFTER THE QUARREL" 



Laurence Ruby's Chamber. Laurence enters^ a little the 



worse for liquor. 

 Laurence : 



He never gave me a chance to speak. 



And he call'd her — worse than a dog — 

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