Welsh literature -- 18th century; Welsh literature -- Translations into English; Wynne, Ellis, 1671-1734
taught, and these mourning weeds were fashioned in her great school. Not
one of these weep sincerely; the widow, even before the body had left the
house, let in another husband to her heart; were she rid of the expenses
connected with the corpse she would not care a straw if his soul were at
the bottom of hell; nor do his own kindred care any more than she: for
when it went hardest with him, instead of giving him good counsel and
earnestly praying for mercy upon him, they were talking of his property,
his will or his pedigree; or what a handsome robust man he was, and such
talk; and now this wailing {21} on the part of some is for mere ceremony
and custom, on the part of others for company’s sake or for pay.”
Scarcely had these gone by than another throng came in sight: a most
gallant lord with his lady at his side, slowly advancing in state, to
whom many men of position doffed, and many were on tiptoe with eagerness
to show him obeisance and reverence. “Here is a noble lord,” said I,
“who is worthy such respect from all these!” “Wert thou to take
everything to consideration thou wouldst speak differently. This lord
comes from the Street of Pleasure, she is of the Street of Pride, and yon
old man who is conversing with him comes from the Street of Lucre, and
has a mortgage on almost every acre of my lord’s, and is come to-day to
complete the loan.” We drew nigh to hear the conversation. “In sooth,
sir,” Old Money-bags was saying, “I would not for all that I possess that
you should lack anything which lies in my power to enable you to appear
your own true self this day, especially seeing that you have met so
beautiful and lovely a lady as madam here” (the wily dog knowing full
well what she was). “By the — by the —,” said the lord, “next to gazing
at her beauty, my greatest pleasure was to hearken to your fair reasons;
I had liefer pay you interest than get money elsewhere free.” “Indeed,
my lord,” said one of his chief friends called Flatterer, “nuncle pays
you not a whit less respect than is due to you, but an it please you, he
has bestowed upon her ladyship scarce the half her mead of praise. I
defy any man,” quoth he, “to show a lovelier woman in all the Street of
Pride, or a nobler than you in all the Street of Pleasure, or a kinder
than you, good mine uncle, in all the Street of Lucre.” “Ah, that is
your good opinion,” said my lord, “but I cannot believe that any couple
were ever more united in the bonds of love than we twain.” As they went
on the crowd increased, and everyone had a pleasant smile and low bow for
the other, and hastened to salute each other with their noses to the
ground, like a pair of gamecocks on the point of striking. “Know then,”
said the Angel, “that thou hast seen naught of civility nor heard one
word which Hypocrisy has not taught. There is no one here, after all
this gentleness, who has a hap’orth of love one to another, yea, many of
them are sworn foes.
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