Watching the minutes, and wanting him back—
Why are you absent, my Harry, my own?
Am not I nicer than billiards and Jack?
Traitress to ask such a question! for shame!
Thou art, thou knowest, beginning and end!
His whole life is thine—he is not to blame!
May not thy husband go out with a friend?
Thou art the false one, and he is the true—
Fretful and idle, unworthy thy king!
Hast thou not anything useful to do,