What, rascal!——”—“Nay, your Honour, on my word,
I should be jealous of that fine young Lord;
Yet him my Lady in the carriage took,
But innocent—I’d swear it on the book.”—
“You villain, swear!”—for still he wish’d to stay, 350
And hear what more the fellow had to say.—
“‘Phœbe,’ said I, ‘a rogue that had a heart
To do the deed would make his Honour smart.’—
Says Phœbe, wisely, ‘Think you, would he go,
If he were jealous, from my Lady?—No.’”