Don Ped. [To Leo.] Come, Madam, my Honour now is satisfied, and if you please my Love may be so too.
Leo. If it is not,
You to yourself alone shall owe your Smart,
For where I've given my Hand, I'll give my Heart.
[EPILOGUE,]
Spoken by Mrs. Oldfield.
What say you, Sirs, d'ye think my Lady'll 'scape?
'Tis dev'lish hard to stand a Fav'rite's Rape.
Shou'd Guzman, like Don John, break in upon her,
For all her Virtue, Heaven have Mercy on her:
Her Strength, I doubt, 's in his Irresolution,
There's wond'rous Charms in vig'rous Execution.
Indeed you Men are Fools, you won't believe
What dreadful Things we Women can forgive:
I know but one we never do pass by,
And that you plague us with eternally;
When in your courtly Fears to disoblige,
You won't attack the Town which you beseige:
Your Guns are light, and planted out of Reach:
D'ye think with Billet-doux to make a Breach?
'Tis Small-Shot all, and not a Stone will fly:
Walls fall by Cannon, and by firing nigh:
In sluggish dull Blockades you keep the Field,
And starve us ere we can with Honour yield.
In short——
We can't receive those Terms you gently tender,
But storm, and we can answer our Surrender.
END of the FIRST VOLUME