Catella(thus was called our lady fair,)
          So long, howe’er, resisted Richard’s snare,
          That prayers, and vows, and promises were vain;
          A favour Minutolo could not gain. 
          At length, our hero weary, coldness showed,
          And dropt attendance, since no kindness flowed;
          Pretended to be cured:—­another sought,
          And feigned her charms his tender heart had caught: 
          Catella laughed, but jealousy was nigh;
          ’Twas for her friend that now He heaved the sigh.

          Thesedames together met, and Richard too,
          The gay gallant a glowing picture drew,
          Of certain husbands, lovers, prudes, and wives;
          Who led in secret most lascivious lives. 
          Though none he named, Catella was amazed;
          His hints suspicions of her husband raised;
          And such her agitation and affright,
          That, anxious to procure more certain light,
          In haste she took Minutolo aside,
          And begged the names he would not from her hide,
          With all particulars, from first to last:—­
          Her ardent wish to know whate’er had passed.

          Solong your reign, said Richard, o’er my mind,
          Deny I could not, howsoe’er inclined;
          With Mrs. Simon often is your spouse;
          Her character no doubt your spleen will rouse;
          I’ve no design, observe to give offence,
          But, when I see your int’rest in suspense,
          I cannot silent keep; though, were I still
          A slave, devoted wholly to your will,
          As late I moved, I would not drop a word
          Mistrust of lovers may not be absurd;
          Besides, you’d fancy other motives led
          To tell you of your husband what was said;
          But heav’n be praised, of you I nothing want;
          My object’s plain—­no more the fond gallant.

          I’velately certain information had,
          Your spouse (I scarcely thought the man so bad,)
          Has with the lady an appointment made;
          At Jack’s nice bagnio he will meet the jade.

          Nowclearly Jack’s not rich, and there’s no doubt;
          A hundred ducats give, and—­all will out;
          Let him but have a handsome sum in view,
          And any thing you wish, be sure he’ll do;
          You then can manage ev’ry way so well,
          That, at the place assigned to meet his belle,
          You’ll take this truant husband by surprise;—­
          Permit me in this nice affair to advise.