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 [conversing with ].

'Tis a fine evening.

Very likely,—when A man's disposed—

[facetiously].

What, all not running smooth In true love's course?

Not that exactly—

[coming up].

Then With your engagement?

That's about the truth.

Hurrah! Your spendthrift pocket has a groat Or two still left, it seems, of poetry.

[stiffly].

I cannot see what poetry has got To do with my engagement, or with me.

You are not meant to see; when lovers prove What love is, all is over with their love.