THE WEED AND THE FLOWER.

A Domestic Opera.

Laura.

It’s really provoking, you will go on smoking,
The smell’s never out of these curtains of ours,
And the money, good back, O! You spend in tobacco
Would buy me such loves, dearest Henry, of flowers.

Henry.

My dear, you are joking, I can’t give up smoking,
Without it I should not be able to do;
And as for the flora you talk of, dear Laura,
Believe me, I care for no flower, love, but you.

Laura. It’s really provoking;
Henry. My love, you are joking;
Laura and {You will go on } smoking
Henry I can’t give up
Both. What is one to do?
Laura. I might have such roses;
Henry. Some folks have fine noses;
Laura and { And marriage } supposes
Henry A husband
Both. Compliance a due.

Henry.

My child, leave off crying, I meant not denying
One innocent pleasure that sweetly beguiles,
Accept this small cheque, love, and hasten to deck, love,
Your tables with flowers, and your features with smiles.

Laura.

O Henry, my darling, forgive my slight snarling,
You’re really too good to me, Henry, by far;
But now my behaviour shall merit your favour,
Do let your own Laurakins light your cigar.

Both.

In future united we’ll live, and delighted
To please one another by words and by deeds,
And often, shall Henry’s gift-Flowers be requited
By Laura’s presenting her darling with Weeds.

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