Ped. Oh, how do worse than—
Eug. (shutting the blinds down). Thus!
Clara. And to your other gallant?
Eug. Why not think
If he were here, I’d do the same to him?
Oh, Clara, be assured my levities
Are but the dust on youth’s butterfly wing,
Though prudes and sinners too take fright at them;
Like that benighted traveller, you know,
Who, frighted by a shallow brook that jump’d