We wept together, till we sank to rest.
You own’d your love——
D. A girl, a chit, a child!
Am I for this, and by a friend, reviled?
C. Then lay your hand, fair creature! on your heart,
And say how many there have had a part!
Six I remember; and, if Fame be true,
The handsome Serjeant had his portion too.
D. A Serjeant! Madam, if I might advise,
Do use some small discretion in such lies!