That you this night with Cloris’s husband sleep
          Some disagreement with her gay gallant
          Requires, that she a night at least should grant,
          To settle diff’rences; now we desire,
          That you’ll to bed with Eurilas retire,
          There’s not a doubt he’ll think his Cloris near;
          He never touches her:—­so nothing fear;
          For whether jealousy, or other pains,
          He constantly from intercourse abstains,
          Snores through the night, and, if a cap he sees,
          Believes his wife in bed, and feels at ease. 
          We’ll properly equip you as a belle,
          And I will certainly reward you well.

          Togain but Phillis’s smiles, the Gascon said,
          He’d with the very devil go to bed.

          Thenight arrived, our wight the chamber traced;
          The lights extinguished; Eurilas, too, placed;
          The Gascon ’gan to tremble in a trice,
          And soon with terror grew as cold as ice;
          Durst neither spit nor cough; still less encroach;
          And seemed to shrink, least t’other should approach;
          Crept near the edge; would scarcely room afford,
          And could have passed the scabbard of a sword.

          Oftin the night his bed-fellow turned round;
          At length a finger on his nose he found,
          Which Dorilas exceedingly distressed;
          But more inquietude was in his breast,
          For fear the husband amorous should grow,
          From which incalculable ills might flow.

          OurGascon ev’ry minute knew alarm;
          ’Twas now a leg stretched out, and then an arm;
          He even thought he felt the husband’s beard;
          But presently arrived what more he feared.

          A Bell, conveniently, was near the bed,
          Which Eurilas to ring was often led;
          At this the Gascon swooned, so great his fear,
          And swore, for ever he’d renounce his dear. 
          But no one coming, Eurilas, once more,
          Resumed his place, and ’gan again to snore.

          Atlength, before the sun his head had reared;
          The door was opened, and a torch appeared. 
          Misfortune then he fancied full in sight;
          More pleased he’d been to rise without a light,
          And clearly thought ’twas over with him now;
          The flame approached;—­the drops ran o’er his brow;
          With terror he for pardon humbly prayed:—­
          You have it, cried a fair:  be not dismayed;
          ’Twas Phillis spoke, who Eurilas’s place
          Had filled, throughout the night, with wily grace,
          And now to Damon and his Cloris flew,
          With ridicule the Gascon to pursue;