one in distress, And left in pledge for loan my mother lent.
Here by a ribbon hangs a little key! I have a mind to open it and see!
Heavens! only look! what have we here! In all my days ne'er saw I such a
sight! Jewels! which any noble dame might wear, For some high pageant
richly dight! This chain - how would it look on me! These splendid gems,
(She puts them on and steps before the glass.)
Were but the ear - rings only mine! Thus one has quite another air. What
boots it to be young and fair? It doubtless may be very fine; But then, alas,