Dramatic Romances eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 165 pages of information about Dramatic Romances.
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Dramatic Romances eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 165 pages of information about Dramatic Romances.

IV

An hour they sat in council,
        At length the Mayor broke silence: 
“For a guilder I’d my ermine gown sell,
        I wish I were a mile hence! 
It’s easy to bid one rack one’s brain—­
I’m sure my poor head aches again, 40
I’ve scratched it so, and all in vain. 
Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!”
Just as he said this, what should hap
At the chamber door but a gentle tap? 
“Bless us,” cried the Mayor, “what’s that?”
(With the Corporation as he sat,
Looking little though wondrous fat;
Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister
Than a too-long-opened oyster,
Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous 50
For a plate of turtle green and glutinous)
“Only a scraping of shoes on the mat? 
Anything like the sound of a rat
Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!”

V

“Come in!” the Mayor cried, looking bigger: 
And in did come the strangest figure! 
His queer long coat from heel to head
Was half of yellow and half of red,
And he himself was tall and thin,
With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, 60
And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,
No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,
But lips where smiles went out and in;
There was no guessing his kith and kin: 
And nobody could enough admire
The tall man and his quaint attire. 
Quoth one:  “It’s as my great-grandsire,
Starting up at the Trump of Doom’s tone,
Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!”

VI

He advanced to the council-table 70
And, “Please your honours,” said he, “I’m able,
By means of a secret charm, to draw
All creatures living beneath the sun,
That creep or swim or fly or run,
After me so as you never saw! 
And I chiefly use my charm
On creatures that do people harm,
The mole and toad and newt and viper;
And people call me the Pied Piper.” 
(And here they noticed round his neck 80
        A scarf of red and yellow stripe,
To match with his coat of the self-same cheque
        And at the scarf’s end hung a pipe;
And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying
As if impatient to be playing
Upon this pipe, as low it dangled
Over his vesture so old-fangled.)
“Yet,” said he, “poor piper as I am,
In Tartary I freed the Cham,
        Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; 90
I eased in Asia the Nizam
        Of a monstrous brood of vampyre-bats: 
And as for what your brain bewilders,
        If I can rid your town of rats
Will you give me a thousand guilders?”
“One? fifty thousand!"-was the exclamation
Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.

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