N. I made a sonnet of my love for thee,
And would have given it.
L.Why then did you not?
N. I lost it in the garden.
L.It can’t be lost.
N. No. Tristram found it and won’t give it up.
He says that Frederick wrote it.
L.Frederick! nonsense, sir!
Some one is coming. Excuse me. [Exit.
N. O woman, various woman! thus to treat