Ready in gibes, quick answer’d, saucy, and
As quarellous as the weazel’—
She interrupts him hastily:—
‘Nay, be brief:
I see unto thy end, and am almost
A man already.’
In her journey thus disguised to Milford-Haven, she loses her guide and her way; and unbosoming her complaints, says beautifully,—
——‘My dear Lord,
Thou art one of the false ones: now I think on thee,
My hunger’s gone; but even before, I was