Oh, say!
I know a splendid role for you to take,
And one that always keeps the house awake—
And calls for pretty dressing. Oh, it’s great!
Maid (excitedly)
Well, well, what is it? Wherefore make me wait?
Cupid (tapping his brow, thoughtfully)
How is it those lines run—oh, now I know;
You make a stately entrance—measured—slow—
To stirring music, then you kneel and say
Something about—to honour and obey—
For better and for worse—till death do part.
Maid (angrily)
Be still, you foolish boy; that is not art.
Cupid (seriously)
She needs great skill who takes the role of wife
In God’s stupendous drama human life.
Maid (suddenly becoming serious)