May she not now as suddenly repent?
My rival’s vices drove him from her door;
But hates she vice as truly as before?
How do I know, if he should plead again, 290
That all her scorn and anger would remain?
“Oh, words of folly!—is it thus I deem
Of the chaste object of my fond esteem?
Away with doubt! to jealousy adieu!
I know her fondness, and believe her true.—
“Yet why that haste to furnish every need,