For her consent, she groan’d, and cough’d, and cried,
Talk’d of departing, and again her breath
Drew hard, and cough’d, and talk’d again of death:
“Here may you live, my Dinah! here the boy
And you together my estate enjoy:”
Thus to the lovers was her mind expressed,
Till they forbore to urge the fond request.
Servant, and nurse, and comforter, and friend,
Dinah had still some duty to attend;
But yet their walk, when Rupert’s evening call