William Schwenck Gilbert,
The Mikado
(1911)
“ Katisha! Kat. The miscreant who robbed me of my love! But vengeance pursues— they are heating the cauldron! Ko. Katisha— behold a suppliant at your feet! Katisha— mercy! Kat. Mercy ? Had you mercy on him? See here, you! You have slain my love. He did not love me, but he would have loved me in time. I am an acquired taste— only the educated palate can appreciate me. I was educating his palate when he left me. Well, he is dead, and where shall I find another? It takes years to train a man to love me. ”
