He comes!
Ah, rogue! a tease thou art:
I have thee!
Dearest man! I love thee from my heart.
Who's there?
A friend!
A beast!
Tis time to separate.
Yes, Sir, 'tis late.
May I not, then, upon you wait?
My mother would—farewell!
Ah, can I not remain?
Farewell!
Adieu!
And soon to meet again!
Dear God! However is it, such
A man can think and know so much?
I stand ashamed and in amaze,
And answer "Yes" to all he says,
A poor, unknowing child! and he—
I can't think what he finds in me!
[Exit.