Nor quite unmix’d with pity and disdain,
Sate mute in wonder; but he sate not long
Without reflection:—“Was Sir Owen wrong?
So must I think; for can I judge it right
To treat a lovely lady with despite,
Because she play’d too roughly with the love 320
Of a fond man whom she could not approve?
And yet, to vex him for the love he bore
Is cause enough for his revenge, and more.
“But, thoughts, to council!—Do I wear a charm