James half obey’d, but cast an angry eye
On the fair lass, who still stood watchful by;
Resolving thus, “I have my fears - but still
I must perform my duties, and I will:
No love, no interest, shall my mind control;
Better to lose my comforts than my soul;
Better my uncle’s favour to abjure,
Than the upbraidings of my heart endure.”
He took his glass, and then address’d the ’Squire:
“I feel not well, permit me to retire.”