style="font-size:15px;"> Cut off my ears and limbs, or head too, by my fay!
LIII.
“Besides, manners forbid that I should pass any
Vile strictures on the conduct of a prince
Who should indulge his genius, if he has any,
Not, like a subject, foolish matters mince.
Now I think on’t, perhaps I could convince
Your Majesty there is no crime at all
In loving pretty little Bertha, since
She’s very delicate, not over tall,
A fairy’s hand, and in the waist why very small.”
LIV.
“Ring the repeater, gentle Hum!” “’Tis five,”
Said the gentle Hum; “the nights draw in apace;
The little birds I hear are all alive;
I see the dawning touch’d upon your face;
Shall I put out the candles, please your Grace?”
“Do put them out, and, without more ado,
Tell me how I may that sweet girl embrace,
How you can bring her to me.” “That’s for you,
Great Emperor! to adventure, like a lover true.”
LV.
“I fetch her!” “Yes, an’t like your Majesty;
And as she would be frighten’d wide awake
To travel such a distance through the sky,
Use of some soft manoeuvre you must make,
For your convenience, and her dear nerves’ sake;
Nice way would be to bring her in a swoon,
Anon, I’ll tell what course were best to take;
You must away this morning.” “Hum! so soon?”
“Sire, you must be in Kent by twelve o’clock at noon.”
LVI.
At this great Caesar started on his feet,
Lifted his wings, and stood attentive-wise.
“Those wings to Canterbury you must beat,
If you hold Bertha as a worthy prize.
Look in the Almanack Moore never lies
April the twenty-fourth, this coming day,
Now breathing its new bloom upon the skies,
Will end in St. Mark’s Eve; you must away,
For on that eve alone can you the maid convey.”
LVII.
Then the magician solemnly ‘gan to frown,
So that his frost-white eyebrows, beetling low,
Shaded his deep green eyes, and wrinkles brown
Plaited upon his furnace-scorched brow:
Forth from his hood that hung his neck below,
He lifted a bright casket of pure gold,
Touch’d a spring-lock, and there in wool or snow,
Charm’d into ever freezing, lay an old
And legend-leaved book, mysterious to behold.
LVIII.
“Take this same book, it will not bite you, Sire;
There, put it underneath your royal arm;
Though it’s a pretty weight it will not tire,
But rather on your journey keep you warm:
This is the magic, this the potent charm,
That shall drive Bertha to a fainting fit!
When the time comes, don’t feel the least alarm,
But lift her from the ground, and swiftly flit
Back to your palace.
LIX.
“What shall I do with that same book?” “Why merely
Lay it on Bertha’s table, close beside
Her work-box, and ‘twill help your purpose dearly;
I say no more.” “Or good or ill betide,
Through the wide air to Kent this morn I glide!”
Exclaim’d the Emperor. “When I return,
Ask what you will, I’ll give you my new bride!
And take some more wine, Hum; O Heavens! I burn
To be upon the wing! Now, now, that minx I spurn!”
LX.
“Leave her to me,” rejoin’d the magian:
“But how shall I account, illustrious fay!
For thine imperial absence? Pho! I can
Say you are very sick, and bar the way
To your so loving courtiers for one day;
If either of their two archbishops’ graces
Should talk of extreme unction, I shall say
You do not like cold pig with Latin phrases,
Which never should be used but in alarming cases.”
LXI.
“Open the window, Hum; I’m ready now!”
Zooks!” exclaim’d Hum, as up the sash he drew.
“Behold, your Majesty, upon the brow
Of yonder hill, what crowds of people!” “Whew!
The monster’s always after something new,”
Return’d his Highness, “they are piping hot
To see my pigsney Bellanaine. Hum! do
Tighten my belt a little,
