Who has already cost us all so much,
Into a convent; to do this, I say,
I have been forced to let my house for hire
To my old friend; yea, almost, I assure you,
To beg from door to door. Enough of that:
’Tis done; and you are now at last restor’d
To home, and station—wealth I cannot say—
But all is well that ends well. All I ask,
(And ’tis with tears and with a broken voice
I ask it: I would ask it on my knees