MONK.
Faith! This is stranger than a gossip's tale!
My son! the wonderment o'ermasters you—
Nay! look not thus—let Nature have her way—
Give words to joy, and be your thanks first paid
To Heav'n, that sends you thus your child again.
Faith! This is stranger than a gossip's tale!
My son! the wonderment o'ermasters you—
Nay! look not thus—let Nature have her way—
Give words to joy, and be your thanks first paid
To Heav'n, that sends you thus your child again.