And the good deed—no matter—’twas a debt.
Thither must Henry, and in vain the maid
Express’d dissent—the father was obey’d.
But, though the maid was by her fears assail’d,
Her reason rose against them, and prevail’d;
Fear saw him hunting, leaping, falling—led, }
Maim’d and disfigured, groaning to his bed; }
Saw him in perils, duels—dying—dead. 160}
But Prudence answer’d, “Is not every maid
With equal cause for him she loves afraid?”