Old Wilton groaned aloud, and buried his face in his hands.
CHAPTER XII.—THE DOWNFALL OF PRIDE.
Invention is ashamed,
Against the proclamation of thy passion,
To say thou dost not: therefore tell me true;
But tell me then ’tis so;—for, look, thy cheeks
Confess it, th’ one to th’ other; and thine eyes
See it so grossly shown in thy behaviour,