I still am wronged[, and] Vengeance is my due.
You may forgive your Husband, if you can;
But I must wreak my Vengeance on the Man.
You had refused him; but for my Request
That thought disturbs me. Hence I cannot rest.
True, he was handsome; all that Women love
In Air and Manner, all that Men approve 130
In Sense and Courage; yet, before he fled,
The better Spirit of the Man was dead.
You saw he grieved and moped alone about;