I’ll quit this tent for ever; thou’lt not be my wife!
Much better to walk barefoot than with shoe too small!
The toil of travel’s sweeter than strife in one’s wall!”
She knew, thence, he was angered;—will had of his own;
She burst in tears. Was ever woman tearless known?150
Quoth she: “I’d never thought from thee such words to hear;
Far different had I hoped; knew not I’d aught to fear.”
She made herself most servile, thing of small amount;
Remarked: “Thy humble servant am I; so me count.
My soul and body, all I have, ’s at thy command;