She hush’d her fears, and left th’ event to fate.—
Four years elapsed, nor knew Sir Owen yet
How to repay the meditated debt;
The lovely foe was in her thirtieth year,
Nor saw the favourite of the heart appear; 250
’Tis sure, less sprightly the fair nymph became,
And spoke of former levities with shame;
But this, alas! was not in time confess’d,
And vengeance waited in Sir Owen’s breast.
But now the time arrives—the maid must feel