Catherine of Cleves was a Lady of rank,
she had lands and fine houses,
and cash in the
She had jewels and rings, and a thousand smart
Was lovely and young, With a rather sharp
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
So she took to intriguing with Monsieur St.
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
He smiled, and he flatter'd, and flirted with ease,
and was very superior to Monseigneur de
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
Bring back a stray'd cow, silver ladle, or spoon,
and was thought to be thick with the Man in the
The Sage took his stand with his wand in his
hand, drew a circle, then gave the dread word of
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
Made the Lady cry 'Get up, you fool!-- there's De
'Twas his Grace, sure enough; So Monsieur, looking
Strutted by, with his hat on, and fingering his
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!'
Duke, who had seen it so lately adorn her, and knew
the great C with the Crown in the corner; And pinch'd it, and gave it so
painful a twist,
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
Crying, 'So, Ma'am, I find I've some cause to be
Look here!-- here's a proof you run after the
-- Now take up that pen,-- if it's bad choose a
better,-- and write, as I dictate, this moment a
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,
That his hard, iron gauntlet the flesh went an inch
in,-- She did not mind death, but she could
not stand pinching;