He'll descend to the paltriest dodge.
Corydon (effusively). You're the Pride of the Village, and fashioned to rule
In the Cottage, the Council, the Church, and the School!
Chloe (coyly). You're a flattering of me, young man!
Corydon (ardently). If I am, maay I forfeit your—Vote!
Chloe. Well, of course, I will do what I can,
As the Parish-princess, to promote
The—what is it you want me to do?
Yes, the Poor—and the Ditches—and Drains,
The Rates—I do hope they'll be few!