George Bernard Shaw,
The Admirable Bashville — Act II, Scene I
(1901)
“ With tireless coursers whisk him through the town; But we, the rich, are slaves to Houyhnhnms: We wait upon their colds, and frowst all day Indoors, if they but cough or spurn their hay. BASHVILLE. Madam, an omnibus to Euston Road, And thence t' th' Angel—Enter Cashel LYDIA. Let us haste, my love: The coachman is impatient. CASHEL. Did he guess He stays for Cashel Byron, he'd outwait Pompei's sentinel. Let us away. This day of deeds, as yet but half begun, Must ended be in merrie Islington. [Exeunt Lydia and Cashel.] BASHVILLE. Gods ! how she hangs on's arm! I am alone. ”
