All but dissimulation—Well, sir, there;
Now I have sworn as you would have me swear.”
“’Tis well,” the uncle said in solemn tone;
“Now send me vengeance, Fate, and groan for groan!”
The time is come: the soldier now must meet
Th’ unconscious object of the sworn deceit. 390
They meet; each other’s looks the pair explore,
And, such their fortune, wish’d to part no more.
Whether a man is thus disposed to break
An evil compact he was forced to make,