F.This is my ruin, Richard:
It means that I must be away to-night;
And that prevents my meeting Laura; and that
Leaves the field to my rival.
Re-enter St. Nicholas.
R.Hush! see, he comes.
N. That paper you are in doubt of, gentlemen,
Is, I opine, the poem which I have lost:—
You picked it up in the garden?—a private trifle