This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1838 Excerpt: ...heart! What sun is there!--No cloud can keep it out; But lower it ne'er so thick, some beam breaks thro'. Enter General Kleiner. GENERAL KLEINER. I can't endure it!--won't!--Give me a siege, With a starved garrison and gaping breach! Foundations honeycomb'd with mines!--the foe A hundred men to one!--Or give me a ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1838 Excerpt: ...heart! What sun is there!--No cloud can keep it out; But lower it ne'er so thick, some beam breaks thro'. Enter General Kleiner. GENERAL KLEINER. I can't endure it!--won't!--Give me a siege, With a starved garrison and gaping breach! Foundations honeycomb'd with mines!--the foe A hundred men to one!--Or give me a battle With bayonets cross'd, and cannon mouth to mouth, And I'm myself! I know my duty, and Can act the man!--but save me from the eyes Of a woman, when she weeps, and I the cause, And cannot stop her tears!--'Sdeath! would they drown, I'd thank them! In the name of patience, why Cannot one make a woman list to reason? Why does that drive her mad which keeps us sane? Talk reason to her, and her wits are gone! 'Sdeath! I can govern Prague; but not a woman! IDENSTEIN. Why, what has happen'd, General?, GENERAL KLEINER. Don't call Me General!--call your wife General!--she knows My duty better than I know it myself! Tell her of customs, order, penalties, --You talk of things that she can treat as the thread She cuts with her hus'ife-scissors! I have served For fifty years--for more than half that time Have managed men by units, tens, and hundreds, And tens of hundreds!--I can't rule a woman! Rule her?--that's not the question!--would it were! She must rule me! IDENSTEIN. But what's the matter? GENERAL KLEINER. Matter? That wife of yours--that girl--that waxen doll--Adolpha! Is she not your wife; and don't You know it? Did you ever say her " nay," And prosper?--ever know her to give up The point her heart was fix'd on? She'd make hay In December! Mars--a profitable wife! She'd have the Helder thaw with a north wind In January, when the frost doth bite With all its teeth! She'd stop the tide half in, When it runs strongest. She would stop the su...
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