And send me forth with comfort, and with speed?
Yes; for she dreaded that the winter’s rage
And our frail hoy should on the seas engage.
“But that vile girl! I saw a treacherous eye 300
Glance on her mistress! so demure and sly,
So forward too—and would Matilda’s pride
Admit of that, if there was nought beside?”
Such, as he told me, were the doubt, the dread,
By jealous fears on observations fed.
Home he proceeded: there remain’d to him