Yet seeing that you first excused yourself
From helping on my suit, upon the score
Of other obligation; and that now,
Ev’n now, but a few wretched minutes back,
Eugenia herself, in the public street,
Forbad me from her carriage angrily
From following her more—What can I think
But that she loves another? when besides,
Coming back suddenly, I hear her name
Whisper’d—oh what so loud as an ill whisper!—