Still, he effected something—and that skill
Made the love wretched, though it could not kill; 230
And Robert fail’d, though much he tried, to prove
He had no guilt—She granted he had love.
Thus they proceeded, till a winter came,
When the stern keeper told of stolen game.
Throughout the woods the poaching dogs had been;
And from him nothing should the robbers screen,
From him and law—he would all hazards run,
Nor spare a poacher, were his brother one—