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But silent, haughty, and ungraciously He bore himself as one offended still. Yet shortly after, when unwittingly I did him some slight service, o'the sudden He overpower'd me with his grateful thanks; And would not be restrain'd from pressing on me A noble recompense. I understood His o'erstrain'd gratitude and bounty well. And took it as he meant.

Man.'Tis often thus, I would have left him many years ago, But that with all his faults there sometimes come Such bursts of natural goodness from his heart, As might engage a harder churl than I To serve him still.—And then his sister too, A noble dame, who should have been a queen: The meanest of her hinds, at her command, Had fought like lions for her, and the poor, E'en o'er their bread of poverty had bless'd her— She would have griev'd if I had left my Lord.

Jer. Comes she along with him?

Man. No, he departed all unknown to her, Meaning to keep conceal'd his secret route; But well I knew it would afflict her much, And therefore left a little nameless billet, Which after our departure, as I guess, Would fall into her hands, and tell her all. What could I do? O 'tis a noble lady!

Jer. All this is strange—something disturbs his mind— Belike he is in love.