Augustine

The Laboratory is a dramatic monologue/poem written by the masterful Robert Browning. It's a monologue of a woman speaking to an alchemist as he prepares a poison, which the woman plans to use to kill a rival in love. The rhythm has such a waltz-like feel to it - it's wonderful! Your thoughts?

"Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,

May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely,

As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy--

Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?

He is with her; and they know that I know

Where they are, what they do: they believe my tears flow

While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear

Empty church, to pray God in, for them! -- I am here.

Grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste,

Pound at thy powder, -- I am not in haste!

Better sit thus, and observe thy strange things,

Than go where men wait me and dance at the King's.

That in the mortar -- you call it a gum?

Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come!

And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue,

Sure to taste sweetly, -- is that poison too?

Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures,

What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures!

To carry pure death in an earring, a casket,

A signet, a fan-mount, a filigree-basket!

Soon, at the King's, a mere lozenge to give

And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live!

But to light a pastille, and Elise, with her head

And her breast and her arms and her hands, should drop dead!

Quick -- is it finished? The colour's too grim!

Why not soft like the phial's, enticing and dim?

Let it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir,

And try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer!

What a drop! She's not little, no minion like me--

That's why she ensnared him: this never will free

The soul from those masculine eyes, -- say, 'no!'

To that pulse's magnificent come-and-go.

For only last night, as they whispered, I brought

My own eyes to bear on her so, that I thought

Could I keep them one half minute fixed, she would fall,

Shrivelled; she fell not; yet this does it all!

Not that I bid you spare her the pain!

Let death be felt and the proof remain;

Brand, burn up, bite into its grace--

He is sure to remember her dying face!

Is it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose

It kills her, and this prevents seeing it close:

The delicate droplet, my whole fortune's fee--

If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me?

Now, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill,

You may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if you will!

But brush this dust off me, lest horror it brings

Ere I know it -- next moment I dance at the King's!"

My ego can't handle it any longer.

This is a math question for my homework. Please confirm if I answered it correctly or not.

David and Amy are going on holiday with their 3 children.

The following gives information about the cost of travel and the cost of the hotel:

Travel:

Each adult - $60

Each child - $50

Hotel:

Room for 2 adults - $45 per night

Room for 3 children - $55 per night

David and Amy have saved $1500 for their holiday.

They will be away for 7 nights.

How much of the $1500 will they have left to spend on their holiday?

And this is what I answered:

TRAVEL:

David - $60

Amy - $60

Child 1 - $50

Child 2 - $50

Child 3 - $50

Total = $270

HOTEL:

David & Amy - $45 x 7 = $315

The 3 children - %55 x 7 = $385

$385 + $315 + $270 = $970

$1500 - $970 = $530.

They will have $530 left to spend on their holiday.

Why do you agree/disagree?