But of course, sir, 'twas nothing at all of this kind
Which has thus to stern fate made you meekly resigned!
It was love—purely love, caused your heart to prefer,
From all others to flee, and reside here with her.
But what's this I hear?
Who dares interfere,
With such racket and unseemly noise?
Mr. Bridegroom go, see,
(We will tarry for thee),
Please to flog 'em if 'tis your two boys."