FALK
(ler højt).
O, du fornuft-karrikatur, som dræber
med galskabs hallingdans på vennelæber!
Var det fornuftighed, han vilde finde?
Var det en kogebogs professorinde?
Han kom herind som vårens glade svend,
han kåred havens unge vilde rose.
I drog den op for ham; – han kom igen; –
hvad bar så busken? Hyben!
FALK
[laughing aloud].
O parody of sense, that rives and rends
In mania dance upon the lips of friends!
Was it good sense he wanted? Or a she-
Professor of the lore of Cookery?
A joyous son of springtime he came here,
For the wild rosebud on the bush he burned.
You reared the rosebud for him; he returned--
And for his rose found what? The hip!
