I not alone will pardon, I commend:
Think you that I have no remembrance left
Of youthful love, and Cupid’s cunning theft?
How nymphs will listen when their swains persuade,
How hearts are gain’d, and how exchange is made?—
Come, sir, your hand”——
“In mercy, hear me now!”
“I cannot hear you, time will not allow.
You know my station, what on me depends,
For ever needed—but we part as friends; 560