Ros.
Well, be that as it
may, Fife, it reminds me
Of what perhaps I should
have thought before,
But better late than
never—You know I love you,
As you, I know, love
me, and loyally
Have follow’d
me thus far in my wild venture.
Well! now then—having
seen me safe thus far
Safe if not wholly sound—over
the rocks
Into the country where
my business lies
Why should not you return
the way we came,
The storm all clear’d
away, and, leaving me
(Who now shall want
you, though not thank you, less,
Now that our horses
gone) this side the ridge,
Find your way back to
dear old home again;
While I—Come,
come!—
What, weeping my poor
fellow?
Fife.
Leave you here
Alone—my
Lady—Lord! I mean my Lord—
In a strange country—among
savages—
Oh, now I know—you
would be rid of me
For fear my stumbling
speech—
Ros.
Oh, no, no, no!—
I want you with me for
a thousand sakes
To which that is as
nothing—I myself
More apt to let the
secret out myself
Without your help at
all—Come, come, cheer up!
And if you sing again,
‘Come weal, come woe,’
Let it be that; for
we will never part
Until you give the signal.
Fife.
’Tis a bargain.
Ros.
Now to begin, then.
’Follow, follow me,
‘You fairy elves
that be.’
Fife.
Ay, and go on—
Something of ‘following
darkness like a dream,’
For that we’re
after.
Ros.
No, after the sun;
Trying to catch hold
of his glittering skirts
That hang upon the mountain
as he goes.
Fife.
Ah, he’s himself
past catching—as you spoke
He heard what you were
saying, and—just so—
Like some scared water-bird,
As we say in my country,
dove below.
Ros.
Well, we must follow
him as best we may.
Poland is no great country,
and, as rich
In men and means, will
but few acres spare
To lie beneath her barrier
mountains bare.
We cannot, I believe,
be very far
From mankind or their
dwellings.
Fife.
Send it so!
And well provided for
man, woman, and beast.
No, not for beast.
Ah, but my heart begins
To yearn for her—
Ros.
Keep close, and keep
your feet
From serving you as
hers did.
Fife.
As for beasts,
If in default of other
entertainment,
We should provide them
with ourselves to eat—
Bears, lions, wolves—
Ros.
Oh, never fear.
Fife.
Or else,
Default of other beasts,
beastlier men,
Cannibals, Anthropophagi,
bare Poles
Who never knew a tailor
but by taste.