It is not thus through injury, I would hope, That you are made poetical? LEOLF. Indeed There's much that has gone wrong with me, my friend. How wears the world with you? 'Tis here for I was married as you see me. Was married, say you? LEOLF. EMMA. Yes, my Lord, last week; O' Wednesday, God forgive me! Maids that are beggars cannot, you know, be choosers. LEOLF. Well, if you like him I am glad you have him, EMMA. I care not for his fortunes. Oh, my Lord! Save only this, that you should break the news Το my dear father, and on my behalf Crave his forgiveness; for he dreams not of it. LEOLF. He will but dream when he has heard it. Still This life, and all that it contains, to him Is but a tissue of illuminous dreams Filled with book-wisdom, pictured thought, and love That on its own creations spends itself. All things he understands, and nothing does. Of action, he will talk to you as one Whose wisdom lay in dealings and transactions; By his own wisdom not a jot the gainer. And still most wisely. But, behold! he comes, EMMA. Some fifty yards he has to come, And holding us before him full in sight, It may be he will find his way to join us. But lest he wander and forget himself, I will conduct him hither. [Exit. LEOLF. Is it not strange That such a maid should so bestow herself? But with her courage and her confidence, Her soft sagacity and ready wit, His converse hath been profitable; yea, A friend so inward; and I'll vouch for this, For he was ever He stands before you. EMMA. But, my dearest father, WULFSTAN. By my life, 'tis true! Well met, my good Lord and my excellent friend! To be delivered. LEOLF. Strange you needs must think it. But should it grieve you, call to mind, pray, The precept I have heard a thousand times WULFSTAN. 'Tis true; for just philosophy and practice Are of correlative dependency, Neither without the other apt or sound Or certain. For philosophy itself Smacks of the age it lives in, nor is true [Erit |