Cried she.—“What now?” says I.—“Farewell, enjoy
The girl that you’re so taken with!”—I saw
Immediately their cause of jealousy:
Yet I contain’d myself, nor would disclose
My brother’s business to a tattling gossip,
By whom the knowledge on’t might be betray’d.
—But what shall I do now? shall I confess
The girl to be my brother’s; an affair
Which should by no means be reveal’d?—But not
To dwell on that.—Perhaps they’d not disclose it.