Tales and Novels of J. de La Fontaine — Complete. Jean de la Fontaine
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Название: Tales and Novels of J. de La Fontaine — Complete

Автор: Jean de la Fontaine

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СКАЧАТЬ bald from age 'tis understood;

      But as he's rich, and high in rank appears,

      Why that's a recompense you know for years.

      THESE facts our young gallant no sooner gained,

      But ardent hopes at once he entertained;

      To wily plots his mind he quickly bent,

      And to a neighb'ring town his servants sent;

      Then, at the house where dwelled our noble 'squire,

      His humble services proposed for hire.

      PRETENDING ev'ry sort of work he knew,

      He soon a fav'rite with old Square-toes grew,

      Who (first advising with his charming mate),

      Chief falc'ner made him o'er his fine estate.

      THE new domestick much the lady pleased;

      He watched and eagerly the moment seized,

      His ardent passion boldly to declare,

      In which he showed a novice had no share.

      'TWAS managed well, for nothing but the chase,

      Could Square-toes tempt to quit her fond embrace,

      And then our falc'ner must his steps attend:—

      The very time he wished at home to spend.

      The lady similar emotions showed;

      For opportunity their bosoms glowed;

      And who will feel in argument so bold,

      When this I say, the contrary to hold?

      At length with pity Cupid saw the case,

      And kindly lent his aid to their embrace.

      ONE night the lady said, with eager eyes,

      My dear, among our servants, which d'ye prize,

      For moral conduct most and upright heart?

      To this her spouse replied, the faithful part

      Is with the falc'ner found, I must decide:

      To him my life I'd readily confide.

      THEN you are wrong, said she—most truly so,

      For he's a good-for-nothing wretch I know;

      You'll scarcely credit it, but t'other day,

      He had the barefaced impudence to say,

      He loved me much, and then his passion pressed:

      I'd nearly fallen, I was so distressed.

      To tear his eyes out, I designed at first,

      And e'en to choke this wretch, of knaves the worst;

      By prudence solely was I then restrained,

      For fear the world should think his point was gained.

      THE better then to prove his dark intent,

      I feigned an inclination to consent,

      And in the garden, promised as to-night,

      I'd near the pear-tree meet this roguish wight.

      Said I, my husband never moves from hence;

      No jealous fancy, but to show the sense

      He entertains of my pure, virtuous life,

      And fond affection for a loving wife.

      Thus circumstanced, your wishes see are vain,

      Unless when he's asleep a march I gain,

      And softly stealing from his torpid side,

      With trembling steps I, to my lover, glide.

      So things remain, my dear; an odd affair:—

      On this Square-toes 'gan to curse and swear;

      But his fond rib most earnestly besought,

      His rage to stifle, as she clearly thought,

      He might in person, if he'd take the pain,

      Secure the rascal and redress obtain

      You know, said she, the tree is near the door,

      Upon the left and bears of fruit great store;

      But if I may my sentiments express,

      In cap and petticoats you'd best to dress;

      His insolence is great, and you'll be right,

      To give your strokes with double force to night;

      Well work his back; flat lay him on the ground:—

      A rascal! honourable ladies round,

      No doubt he many times has served the same;

      'Tis such impostors characters defame.

      To rouse his wrath the story quite sufficed;

      The spouse resolved to do as she advised.

      Howe'er to dupe him was an easy lot;

      The hour arrived, his dress he soon had got,

      Away he ran with anxious fond delight.

      In hopes the wily spark to trap that night.

      But no one there our easy fool could see,

      And while he waited near the fav'rite tree,

      Half dead with cold, the falc'ner slyly stole,

      To her who had so well contrived the whole;

      Time, place, and disposition, all combined

      The loving pair to mutual joys resigned.

      When our expert gallant had with the dame,

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