Then wilt thou bluster — "No! I will not rest,
" And see consumed each shilling of my chest: "
Thou wilt be valiant, —" When thy cousins call,
"I will abuse and shut my door on all:"
Thou wilt be cruel! — "What the law allows,
'That be thy portion, my ungrateful spouse!
' Nor other shillings shalt thou then receive,
'And when I die — What! may I this believe?
" Are these true tender tears? and does my Kitty grieve?
"Ah! crafty vixen, thine old man has fears;
" But weep no more! I'm melted by thy tears;
"Spare but my money; thou shalt rule  still,
" And see thy cousins — there! I burn the will. "