A Game of Chess, The Waste Land

This is part two/2/II of Eliot's The Waste Land.
II. A Game of Chess
The chair she sat in , like a burnished throne, / Glowed on the marble, where the glass / Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines / From which a golden Cupidon peeped out / (Another hid his eyes behind his wing) / Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra / Reflecting light upon the table as / The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it, / From satin cases poured in rich profusion; / In vials of ivory and coloured glass / Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes, / Unguent, powdered or liquid-troubled, confused / And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air / That freshened from the window, these ascended / In fattening the prolonged candle-flames, / Flung their smoke into the laquearia, / Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling. / Huge sea-wood fed with copper / Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone, / In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam. / Above the antique mantel was displayed / As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene / the change of Philomel, by the barbarous king / So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale / Filled all the desert with inviolable voice / And still she cried, and still the world pursues, / "Jug Jug" to dirty ears. / And other withered stumps of time / Were told upon the walls; staring forms / Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed. / Footsteps shuffled on the stair. / Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair / Spread out in fiery points / Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. / "My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. / "Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. / "What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? / "I never know what you are thinking. Think." / I think we are in rats' alley / Where the dead men lost their bones. / "What is that noise?" / the wind under the door. / "What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?" / Nothing again nothing. / "Do / "You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember / "Nothing?" / I remember / Those are pearls that were his eyes. / "Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?" / But / O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag- / It's so elegant / So intelligent / "What shall I do now? What shall I do? / "I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street / "With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow? / "What shall we ever do?" / The hot water at ten. / And if it rains, a closed car at four. / And we shall play a game of chess, / Pressing lidless eyers and waiting for a knock upon the door. / When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said- / I didn't mince my words, I to her myself, / HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME / Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart. / He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you / to get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there. / You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set, / He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you. / And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert, / He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time, / And if you don't five it him, there's others will, I said. / Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. / Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight / look. / HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME / If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said. / Other can pick and choose if you can't. / But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling. / You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. / (And her only thirty-one.) / I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face, / It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said. / (She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) / The chemist said it would be all right, but I've never been the / same. / You are a proper fool, I said. / Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said, / What you et married for if you don't want children? / HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME / Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon, / and they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot- / HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME / HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME / Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. / Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight. / Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good / night.