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The Freemason;
Vexation now with me is at its height , I did not sleep a single wink last night . CAROL . I know what vexes you . COUNT ( astonished ) . You find it out ? CAROL . It is Freemasonry , I ' ve not a doubt . COUNT . What if it be ? Well , you are right—' tis true . CAROL . Why it has made me very wretched too .
COUNT . Scarcely had I , by dint of anxious care , By watching , listening , prying here ancl there , And questioning each Mason I coulcl meet , Found the Lodge was CAROL . Where ? COUNT . In this very street . CAROL . It cannot be .
COUNT . And more than that ; I know 'Tis in this house it meets—straightway I go , And at a heavy rent , I take a lease Of the adjoining premises , dear niece . ' I pack the pond'rous parchment in my chest , Thinking the Mason ' s secret I possessed ; I waited ' till the evening sun had set
, Ancl ' till 1 thought the Mason ' s Lodge had met . The walls are thin and old , the windows low , 1 bored a hole , in order to look through . Intending all to see and all to hear , I sat with patience , not without some fear ;
So far so good ; and up to this kind fate Favoured my toils ; and then with hope elate I listened—peeped—listened , and peeped again . Alas . ' alas ! my toils were all in vain . Here have I lived three months , watched every night , And been so near the very source of light , Yet though my best attention I bestow , Still nothing can I hearor seeor know
, , ; AVhether they deal with sprites of heav ' n or hell , I'm sure that even now I cannot tell . This is , indeed , my thrice accursed care . CAROL . It is enough to drive one to despair . COUNT . I ' m but a mortal , and this strong desire To know their secret burns my soul like fire ; Such curiosity man cannot brave .
CAROL . 'Twill bring us prematurely to the grave . COUNT . Last night the Lodge assembled in this house , I knew it well , and gentle as a mouse I took my station ; though so very near , Yet nothing could I see and nothing hear . CAROL . YOU sent Hans into ambush , perhaps he may , COUNT . Poor Hans ! he ' s but a rustic fool . Yet stay !
Kind fortune may have led him to find out AVhat you and I have been so long about ; Call him then , Caroline , and let us hear All his discoveries . CAROL , ( calling ) . Hans ! Hans !
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The Freemason;
Vexation now with me is at its height , I did not sleep a single wink last night . CAROL . I know what vexes you . COUNT ( astonished ) . You find it out ? CAROL . It is Freemasonry , I ' ve not a doubt . COUNT . What if it be ? Well , you are right—' tis true . CAROL . Why it has made me very wretched too .
COUNT . Scarcely had I , by dint of anxious care , By watching , listening , prying here ancl there , And questioning each Mason I coulcl meet , Found the Lodge was CAROL . Where ? COUNT . In this very street . CAROL . It cannot be .
COUNT . And more than that ; I know 'Tis in this house it meets—straightway I go , And at a heavy rent , I take a lease Of the adjoining premises , dear niece . ' I pack the pond'rous parchment in my chest , Thinking the Mason ' s secret I possessed ; I waited ' till the evening sun had set
, Ancl ' till 1 thought the Mason ' s Lodge had met . The walls are thin and old , the windows low , 1 bored a hole , in order to look through . Intending all to see and all to hear , I sat with patience , not without some fear ;
So far so good ; and up to this kind fate Favoured my toils ; and then with hope elate I listened—peeped—listened , and peeped again . Alas . ' alas ! my toils were all in vain . Here have I lived three months , watched every night , And been so near the very source of light , Yet though my best attention I bestow , Still nothing can I hearor seeor know
, , ; AVhether they deal with sprites of heav ' n or hell , I'm sure that even now I cannot tell . This is , indeed , my thrice accursed care . CAROL . It is enough to drive one to despair . COUNT . I ' m but a mortal , and this strong desire To know their secret burns my soul like fire ; Such curiosity man cannot brave .
CAROL . 'Twill bring us prematurely to the grave . COUNT . Last night the Lodge assembled in this house , I knew it well , and gentle as a mouse I took my station ; though so very near , Yet nothing could I see and nothing hear . CAROL . YOU sent Hans into ambush , perhaps he may , COUNT . Poor Hans ! he ' s but a rustic fool . Yet stay !
Kind fortune may have led him to find out AVhat you and I have been so long about ; Call him then , Caroline , and let us hear All his discoveries . CAROL , ( calling ) . Hans ! Hans !