The Tragedy from the fabulous Ingoldsby Legends

THE TRAGEDY

Catherine of Cleves was a Lady of rank, she had lands and fine houses,
and cash in the bank ;
She had jewels and rings, and a thousand smart things;
Was lovely and young, With a rather sharp tongue,
And she wedded a Noble of high degree with the star of the order of St. Esprit;
But the Duke de Guise, was, by many degrees, Her senior, and not very easy to please;
He'd a sneer on his lip, and a scowl with his eye, and a frown on his brow,-- and he look'd like a Guy,--
So she took to intriguing with Monsieur St. Megrin,
A young man of fashion, and figure, and worth, but with no great pretensions to fortune or birth;
He would sing, fence, and dance with the best man in France, and took his rappee with genteel nonchalance;
He smiled, and he flatter'd, and flirted with ease, and was very superior to Monseigneur de Guise.

Now Monsieur St. Megrin was curious to know if the Lady approved of his passion or no;
So without more ado, he put on his surtout,
And went to a man with a beard like a Jew.
One Signor Ruggieri, a Cunning-man near, he
Could conjure, tell fortunes, and calculate tides, perform tricks on the cards, and Heaven knows what besides,
Bring back a stray'd cow, silver ladle, or spoon, and was thought to be thick with the Man in the Moon.
The Sage took his stand with his wand in his hand, drew a circle, then gave the dread word of command,
Saying solemnly --' Presto!-- Hey, quick!-- Cock-alorum!!' When the Duchess immediately popped up before 'em.

Just then a Conjunction of Venus and Mars, or something peculiar above in the stars,
Attracted the notice of Signor Ruggieri, Who 'bolted,' and left him alone with his deary.--
Monsieur St. Megrin went down on his knees, and the Duchess shed tears large as marrow-fat peas,
When,-- fancy the shock,-- A loud double-knock,
Made the Lady cry 'Get up, you fool!-- there's De Guise!'--
'Twas his Grace, sure enough; So Monsieur, looking bluff,
Strutted by, with his hat on, and fingering his ruff,
While, unseen by either, away flew the Dame through the opposite key-hole, the same way she came;
But, alack! and alas!
A mishap came to pass,
In her hurry she, somehow or other, let fall a new silk Bandana she'd worn as a shawl;
She had used it for drying her bright eyes while crying, and blowing her nose, as her Beau talk'd of 'dying!'

Now the Duke, who had seen it so lately adorn her, and knew the great C with the Crown in the corner;
The instant he spied it smoked something amiss, and said with some energy, 'D-- it! what's this?'
He went home in a fume, and bounced into her room,
Crying, 'So, Ma'am, I find I've some cause to be jealous;
Look here!-- here's a proof you run after the fellows!
-- Now take up that pen,-- if it's bad choose a better,-- and write, as I dictate, this moment a letter
To Monsieur -- you know who!'
The Lady look'd blue; But replied with much firmness --' Hang me if I do!'
De Guise grasped her wrist with his great bony fist,

And pinch'd it, and gave it so painful a twist,
That his hard, iron gauntlet the flesh went an inch in,-- She did not mind death, but she could not stand pinching;

So she sat down and wrote this polite little note:--

"Dear Mister St. Megrin, The Chiefs of the League in
Our house mean to dine this evening at nine;
I shall, soon after ten, slip away from the men,
And you'll find me up stairs in the drawing-room then;
Come up the back way, or those impudent thieves
Of Servants will see you; Yours,
CATHERINE OF CLEVES"

She directed and sealed it, all pale as a ghost,
And De Guise put it into the Twopenny Post.

St. Megrin had almost jumped out of his skin for joy that day when the post came in;
He read the note through, then began it anew,
And thought it almost too good news to be true.--
He clapped on his hat, and a hood over that,
With a cloak to disguise him, and make him look fat;
So great his impatience, from half after four he was waiting till Ten at De Guise's back-door.
When he heard the great clock of St. Genevieve chime, he ran up the back staircase six steps at a time;
He had scare made his bow, he hardly knew how,
When alas! and alack! There was no getting back,
For the drawing-room door was bang'd to with a whack;--
In vain he applied to the handle and tried,
Somebody or other had locked it outside!
And the Duchess in agony mourn'd her mishap, 'We are caught like a couple of rats in a trap.'