That chance is mine to take, and thine to give:
But, trifling this, if we together live:
Can I believe, that, after all the past,
Our vows, our loves, thou wilt be false at last?
Something thou hast - I know not what - in view;
I find thee pious - let me find thee true.”
“Ah! cruel this; but do, my friend, depart;
And to its feelings leave my wounded heart.”
“Nay, speak at once; and Dinah, let me know,
Mean’st thou to take me, now I’m wreck’d, in tow?