Louisa May Alcott,
Comic Tragedies
“ Queen. 'Tis a fit name for one so fair; and thy country, maiden?Ione. With the princess, my kind mistress, have I dwelt for many happy years; and honored by her choice now offer my poor services to thee.Queen. What canst thou do, Ione? Thou art too fair and delicate to bear the heavy water-urn or gather fruit.Ione. I can weave garlands, lady; touch the harp, and sing sweet songs; can bear thee wine, and tend thy flowers. I can be true and faithful, and no task will be too hard for thy grateful slave, Ione.Queen. Thou shalt find a happy home with me, and never grieve for thy kind mistress. ”
