H. Come, my dear friend, and let us not refuse
The good we have, by grief for that we lose;
But let us both the very truth confess;
This must relieve the ill, and may redress.
E. O! much I fear! I practised no deceit;
Such as I am I saw you at my feet;
If for a goddess you a girl would take, 240
’Tis you yourself the disappointment make.
H. And I alone?—O! Emma, when I pray’d
For grace from thee, transported and afraid,