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Safe would I bear him to his journey's end,
MARY GULLIVER TO CAPTAIN
[The captain, some time after his return, being retired to Mr. Sympson's in the country, Mrs. Gulliver, apprehending from his late behaviour, some estrangement of his affections, writes him the following expostulatory, soothing, and tenderly complaining epistle.] WELCOME, thrice welcome to thy native place! -What, touch me not? what, shun a wife's em
brace? Have I for this thy tedious absence borne, And waked, and wish'd whole nights for thy return? In five long years I took no second spouse; What Redriff wife so long hath kept her vows ? Your eyes, your nose, inconstancy betray; Your nose you stop, your eyes you turn away. 'Tis said, that thou should'st “cleave unto thy
wife;" Once thou didst cleave, and I could cleave for life. Hear, and relent! hark how thy children moan! Be kind at least to these : they are thy own:
Behold, and count them all; sécure to find
claws ? Thy Christian seed, our mutual flesh and bone : Be kind at least to these; they are thy own.
Biddel,* like thee, might farthest India rove;
Not touch me! never neighbour call’d me slut :
Some say, the devil himself is in that mare : If so, our Dean shall drive him forth by prayer. Some think you mad, some think
mad, some think you are possess'd That bedlam and clean straw will suit
best. Vain means, alas, this phrenzy to appease! That straw, that straw, would heighten the disease.
My bed (the scene of all our former joys, Witness two lovely girls, two lovely boys)
* Names of the sea captains mentioned in Gulliver's Travels.
Alone I press : in dreams I call my dear,
At early morn I to the market haste
quit, And at due distance sweet discourse admit, 'Tis all my pleasure thy past toil to know; For pleased remembrance builds delight on woe. At every danger pants thy consort's breast, And gaping infants squall to hear the rest. How did I tremble, when by thousands bound, I saw thee stretch'd on Lilliputian ground ! When scaling armies climb'd up every part, Each step they trod I felt upon my heart.
But when thy torrent quench'd the dreadful blaze,
When folks might see thee all the country round For sixpence, I'd have given a thousand pound. Lord! when the giant babe that head of thin Got in his mouth, my heart was up in mine! When in the marrow-bone I see thee ramm’d, Or on the house-top by the monkey crammid, The piteous images renew my pain, And all thy dangers I weep o'er again. But on the maiden's nipple when you rid, Pray heaven, 'twas all a wanton maiden did ! Glumdalclitch too!-with thee I mourn her case: Heaven guard the gentle girl from all disgrace! O may the king that one neglect forgive, And pardon her the fault by which I live! Was there no other way to set him free! My life, alas ! I fear proved death to thee.
O teach me, dear, new words to speak my flame! Teach me to woo thee by thy best loved name! Whether the style of Grildrig please thee most, So call’d on Brobdingnag's stupendous coast, When on the monarch's ample hand you sate, And halloo'd in his ear intrigues of state ;
Or Quinbus Flestrin more endearment brings,
nose, I'd call thee Houyhnhnm, that high-sounding
name ; Thy children's noses all should twang the same; So might I find my loving spouse of course Endued with all the virtues of a horse.