.
You must understand,
says the Knight,
there is nothing in the World that pleases a Man in Love so much as your Nightingale. Ah, Mr. Spectator! the many Moon-light Nights that I have walked by my self, and thought on the Widow by the Musek of the Nightingales!
He here fetched a deep Sigh, and was falling into a Fit of musing, when a
Masque
, who came behind him, gave him a gentle Tap upon the Shoulder, and asked him
if he would drink a Bottle of Mead with her?
But the Knight, being startled at so unexpected a Familiarity, and displeased to be interrupted in his Thoughts of the Widow, told her,
She was a wanton Baggage, and bid her go about her Business.