“Nay, my Matilda, let me not offend:
Would’st have thy Brother be a Villain’s Friend?
A vile, false, flattering Scoundrel—nay, but how
Can you thus grieve? I’m speaking kindly now—
A base deceiver, studied to betray; 50
But, come! he’s gone, and I’ve no more to say.”
Pensive and silent, passive in her Woe,
She went with him, though indisposed to go;
And to the loud Reproof and threat’ning tone
She school’d her Heart, and said, “I’ll grieve alone.”