When near their Home, again the Brother cried:
“Come let thy Griefs be still, thine Eyes be dried!
Here Captain Gale, the May’r too from the Town,
And both their Wives and Children, are come down;
Do let them see, an English Woman’s heart 60
Forbears to take a foreign Scoundrel’s Part!”
Patient and firm, the gentle Dame obey’d.
“He was not foreign,” that alone she said,
And that he heard not.—Then the hours were spent
In small discourse and petty merriment—