Robert Browning (1812–1889). A Blot in the ’Scutcheon.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Act I Scene V
Things are not far advanced yet, in the country?
Let me allay my first anxiety
By asking news about the family.
What’s happening? And how is everybody?
Day before yesterday, all day and evening.
He’s mighty well; stout, fat, fair, rosy-lipped.
And could’t touch a single thing for supper,
Her headache still was so severe.
About Tartuffe?
And unctuously ate up two partridges,
As well as half a leg o’ mutton, deviled.
Of sleep, the fever racked her so; and we
Had to sit up with her till daylight.
About Tartuffe?
He left the table, went into his room,
Got himself straight into a good warm bed,
And slept quite undisturbed until next morning.
And got up courage to be bled; and then
She was relieved at once.
Tartuffe?
Bravely entrenched his soul against all evils,
And to replace the blood that she had lost,
He drank at breakfast four huge draughts of wine.
And I’ll go straightway and inform my mistress
How pleased you are at her recovery.