Notary.I am a very deaf old man,
And hear you very badly.
Con.I know not why I love him so;
It is enchantment, surely!
He’s dry and snuffy, deaf and slow,
Ill-tempered, weak, and poorly!
He’s ugly, and absurdly dressed,
And sixty-seven nearly,
He’s everything that I detest,
But if the truth must be confessed,