D. Right! and he cannot tell, with all his art,
Our father’s will compelled you both to part.
C. Nay, this is needless—
D. Oh! when you are tried, 250
And taught for trial, must I feed your pride?
Oh! that’s the vice of which I still complain:
Men could not triumph were not women vain.
But now proceed—say boyhood in this case
(The last obscure one) shields you from disgrace.
But what of Shelley? all your foes can prove,