When the man-child is born.
Dead! One of them shot by the sea in the east,
And one of them shot in the west by the sea!
Both! both my boys! If in keeping the feast,
You want a great song for your Italy free,
Let none look at me!
DORA
With farmer Allan, at the farm, abode William and Dora. William was his son, and she his niece. He often looked at them and thought, “I’ll make them man and wife.” Now Dora felt her uncle’s will in all, and yearned towards William; but the youth, because he had always been with her in the house, thought not of Dora.
Then there came a day when Allan called his son, and said, “My son, I married late, but I wish to see my grandchild on my knees before I die: and I have set my heart upon a match. Now therefore look to Dora; she is well to look at, thrifty too beyond her age. She is my brother’s daughter: he and I had once hard words, and parted, and he died in foreign lands; but for his sake I cared for his daughter Dora: take her for your wife; for I have wished this marriage, night and day, for many years.”