I am glad I have found this napkin;
This was her first remembrance from the Moor.
My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Wooed me to steal it; but she so loves the token
(For he conjured her she should ever keep it)
That she reserves it evermore about her
To kiss and talk to.
(Act III, Scene Three, Lines 289 - 95)
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In the extract ''this napkin'' is ''the token'' of love between
A modest two-room hut built of mud and roofed with straw graciously sheltered the Mensahs. One of the rooms advertised itself as a living room. The kind earthenware pot willingly kept company with four ever-smilling stools. The pot eternally contained cool water for guests. The second room was a warm-hearted bedroom without a bed. The poor pair had to sleep on bare straw mats on the polished dirt floor Some overwashed rags deputised for blankets and sheets and pillows. Two strong dry logs, facing each other like bitter rivals burned themselve out at night, not merly to keep the couple warm but mainly to ward off hungry mosquitoes and other hostile pests.
There was no door to ward off the cold night air. Some rude devices, however, were contrived to keep the room quite safe from prying eyes and curious domestic animals. Would any thief be ever tempted to peep into such a rude room of such a poor pair?
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The expression 'such a rude room of such a poor pair' illustrates
Proud mothers of the coming age,
'Tis good to find you now engage
Your minds and time your lives to raise
Above the level of bygone days.
'Tis good to see you play your part
With spirit and undaunted heart,
It gives young Afric's throbbing soul
A glimpse of a bright and glorious goals.
God bless you, mothers of our race,
God cause to shine on you His face;
And give you strength and all you crave
To bring forth sons and daughters brave
