I will return - there, weep no longer, nay!”
“Well! I obey, and to the last am true,
But spirits fail me; I must die; adieu!”
“What, Madam! must? - ’tis wrong - I’m angry - zounds
Can I remain and lose a thousand pounds?”
“Go then, my love! it is a monstrous sum,
Worth twenty wives - go, love! and I am dumb;
Nor be displeased - had I the power to live,
You might be angry, now you must forgive:
Alas! I faint - ah! cruel - there’s no need