Tales and Novels of J. de La Fontaine | Page 6

replied,?All cavil then we quickly could decide;?Precedence would no doubt with you remain:?But this is quite another case 'tis plain;?And equity demands that we agree,?By lot to settle which the man shall be.
THE noble youths no arguments would spare,?And each contended for the spoiler's care;?Howe'er Joconde obtained the lucky hit,?And first embrac'd this fancied dainty bit.
THE girl who was the noble rival's aim,?That ev'ning to the room for something came;?Our heroes gave her instantly a chair,?And lavished praises on her face and hair;?A diamond ring soon sparkled in her eyes;?Its pleasing pow'rs at sight obtain'd the prize.
THE bargain made, she, in the dead of night,?When silence reign'd and all was void of light,?With careful steps their anxious wish obey'd,?And 'tween them both, she presently was laid;?'Twas Paradise they thought, where all is nice,?And our young spark believ'd he broke the ice.
THE folly I forgive him;--'tis in vain?On this to reason--idle to complain;?The WISE have oft been dup'd it is confest,?And Solomon it seems among the rest.?But gay Joconde felt nothing of the kind,?A secret pleasure glow'd within his mind;?He thought Astolphus wond'rous bliss had missed,?And that himself alone the fair had kiss'd;?A clod howe'er, who liv'd within the place,?Had, prior to the Roman, her embrace.
THE soft amour extended through the night,?The girl was pleas'd, and all proceeded right;?The foll'wing night, the next, 'twas still the same; Young Clod at length her coldness 'gan to blame;?And as he felt suspicious of the act,?He watch'd her steps and verified the fact:?A quarrel instantly between them rose;?Howe'er the fair, his anger to compose,?And favour not to lose, on honour vow'd,?That when the sparks were gone, and time allow'd, She would oblige his craving, fierce desire;--?To which the village lad replied with ire:--?Pray what care I for any tavern guest,?Of either sex; to you I now protest,?If I be not indulg'd this very night,?I'll publish your amours in mere despite.
HOW can we manage it, replied the belle,?I'm quite distressed--indeed the truth to tell,?I've promis'd them this night to come again,?And if I fail, no doubt can then remain,?But I shall lose the ring, their pledg'd reward,?Which would, you know for me, be very hard.
TO you I wish the ring, replied young Clod,?But do they sleep in bed, or only nod??Tell me, pray; oh, said she, they sleep most sound; But then between them plac'd shall I be found,?And while the one amidst Love's frolicks sports,?The other quiet lies, or Morpheus courts.?On hearing this the rustick lad proposed,?To visit her when others' eyes were closed.?Oh! never risk it, quickly she replied;?'Twere folly to attempt it by their side.?He answer'd, never fear, but only leave?The door ajar, and me they'll not perceive.
THE door she left exactly as he said;?The spark arriv'd, and then approach'd the bed,?('Twas near the foot,) then 'tween the sheets he slid, But God knows how he lay, or what he did.?Astolphus and Joconde ne'er smelt a rat,?Nor ever dreamt of what their girl was at,?At length when each had turn'd and op'd his eyes, Continual movement fill'd him with surprise.?The monarch softly said:--why how is this??My friend has eaten something, for in bliss,?He revels on, and truly much I fear,?His health will show, it may be bought too dear.
THIS very sentiment Joconde bethought;?But Clod a breathing moment having caught,?Resum'd his fun, and that so oft would seek:?He gratified his wishes for a week;?Then watching carefully, he found once more;?Our noble heroes had begun to snore,?On which he slyly took himself away,?The road he came, and ere 'twas break of day;?The girl soon follow'd, since she justly fear'd,?Still more fatigues:--so off she quickly steer'd,
AT length when both the nobles were awake;?Astolphus said, my friend you rest should take,?'Twere better till to-morrow keep in bed,?Since sleep, with such fatigues, of course has fled: You talk at random, cried the Roman youth;?More rest I fancy you require in truth;?You've led a pretty life throughout the night;?I? said the king; why I was weary quite,?So long I waited; you no respite gave,?But wholly seem'd our little nymph t' enslave;?At length to try if I from rage could keep,?I turn'd my back once more, and went to sleep.?If you had willingly the belle resign'd,?I was, my friend, to take a turn inclin'd;?That had sufficed for me, since I, like you,?Perpetual motion never can pursue.
YOUR raillery, the Roman youth replied,?Quite disconcerted, pray now lay aside,?And talk of something else; you've fully shown,?That I'm your vassal, and since you are grown?So fond that you to keep the girl desire,?E'en wholly to yourself, why I'll retire;?Do with her what you please, and we shall see,?How long this furor will with you agree.
IT may, replied the king, for ever last,?If ev'ry night like this, I'm doom'd to fast.
SIRE, said Joconde, no longer let us thus,?In terms of playful raillery discuss;?Since such