A Woman Sold

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Eleanor.

You hold my hand;
Look what you hold with it - it hurts me now
In your tight gasp, and it has hurt ere now
With another kind of pain. But bye and bye
I shall grow used to it. It means, you know,
My fetter to the hus - to him, Sir Joyce,
Who will be soon - I suppose I am his now,
Marked by his ring.
Lionel.

There, take your hand again.
It is his for the moment. It was mine
By a less unholy bargain. Answer me,
Do you love your happy lover, Eleanor Vaughan?

Eleanor.

He is kind. A good wife always gives her love
To a kind husband.
Lionel.

Aye, some women can;
Not you.
Eleanor.

Sir, though I have done wrong to you,
And so have humbled me before your scoffs,
I am a woman, as I think, not like
To fall short of my duty as a wife.
Be sure Sir Joyce will have his due from me.

 

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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
Two Maidens