<<in a woman of her maturity and charms>>
Sir, you mammering maggot pie!
Are you saying that I have sampled every item on the buffet?
Been around the block?
Sipped the nectar of all the fruits of the Kingdom?
Got some miles on me?
Drunk from every fount?
Supped at every Inn along the Road of Life?....
Sir, thou jesteth!
Let me give thee my assurances, Sir, that I am but a virgin maiden, unsullied, unspoiled, as innocent as this Festival is merry....
Forsooth, Sir, I do believe that I could produce sworn affidavits from dozens of men, nay, hundreds of the louts, attesting to the fact that never, not once, have any of the group sampled my abundant pleasures!
But churlish as was your taunt of your better (moi), I find I have, still, a warm place in my passionate albeit chaste heart, for thee. Because of that painting you did, you know?
[Oh, my woman's tender heart! How my fine emotions do move me!] |
