Thus silently from Dollallolla's breast?
Why dost thou leave me in the dark alone,[173]
When well thou know'st I am afraid of sprites?
King. Oh, Dollallolla! do not blame my love!
I hoped the fumes of last night's punch had laid
Thy lovely eyelids fast; but, oh! I find
There is no power in drams to quiet wives;
Each morn, as the returning sun, they wake,
And shine upon their husbands.
Queen. Think, oh, think!