Come, my good Harriet, I would gladly seek
Your inmost thought - Why can’t the woman speak?
Have you not all things?” - “Sir, do I complain?” -
“No, that’s my part, which I perform in vain;
I want a simple answer, and direct -
But you evade; yes! ’tis as I suspect.
Come then, my children! Watt! upon your knees
Vow that you love me.” - “Yes, sir, if you please.”
“Again! By Heav’n, it mads me; I require
Love, and they’ll do whatever I desire: