Enhancing the romance of our delight
With stolen intercourse. But these last days
A cloud hath risen: for the lady’s father,
(That’s the old major-domo, whom I spoke of,)
Hath been befooled to give his daughter away
To a wreathed ass, a cousin of the Countess,
Who hath herself approved the match. You find me
In this dilemma, whether to confess
My love for Laura,—that’s the lady’s name—
Braving the Countess’anger, or carry her off,