“Come,” says the yielding party, “if you will;”
Then each the other’s valiant acts approve,
And twine their laurels in a wreath of love.—
We now retrace our tale, and forward go,—
Thus Henry rightly read Cecilia’s “No!”
His prudent father, who had duly weigh’d,
And well approved the fortune of the maid,
Not much resisted—just enough to show 130
He knew his power, and would his son should know.
“Harry, I will, while I your bargain make,