Such a Man can I think of quitting?
When first we met, so moves me yet,
O see how my Heart is splitting!
Lockit. Look ye, Lucy—There is no saving him.—So, I think, you must ev’n do like other Widows—buy yourself Weeds, and be chearful.
[ AIR XXXI.]
You’ll think ere many Days ensue
This Sentence not severe;
I hang your Husband, Child, ’tis true,