“Pray cease,” the husband cried, “to scold
“And take your whim. I ne'er could hold
“My own against a screaming wife;
“You'll drive me mad, upon my life.
“Her belly-full our Kate may get
“Of nightingale or of linnet.”
The thing was settled. Kate obeyed,
And in a trice her bed was made,
And lover signalled. Who shall say
How long to both appeared that day,