Nor sought he favour now—No! he would meet his doom. }
“Farewell! and, Madam, I beseech you pray
That this sad spirit soon may pass away;
That sword or ball would to the dust restore
This body, that the soul may grieve no more
For love rejected——O! that I could quit
The life I lothe, who am for nothing fit,
No, not to die!”——“Unhappy, wilt thou make 780
The house all wretched for thy passion’s sake?
And most its grieving object?”—