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Sunk in Thalestris' arms the nymph he found, Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound. Full o'er their heads the swelling bag he rent, And all the furies issu'd at the vent. Belinda burns with more than mortal ire, And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire. 'O wretched maid!' she spread her hands, and cry'd, (While Hampton's echoes, ' Wretched maid !' reply'd) 'Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin, comb, and essence, to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound? For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? For this with fillets strain'd your tender head? And bravely bore the double loads of lead? Gods! shall the ravisher display your hair, While the fops envy, and the ladies stare?
Honour forbid! at whose unrivall'd shrine
She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs, And bids her beau demand the precious hairs: (Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane) With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face, He first the snuff-box open'd, then the case, And thus broke out—' My lord, why, what the devil! Z—ds! damn the lock ! 'fore Gad, you must be civil! Plague on't! 'tis past a jest—'nay, prithee, pox! Give her the hair.'—He spoke, and rapp'd his box.
'It grieves me much,' reply'd the Peer again, 'Who speaks so well should ever speak in vain: But by this lock, this sacred lock, I swear, (Which never more shall join its parted hair; Which never more its honours shall renew, Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it grew)
That, while my nostrils draw the vital air,
But Umbriel, hateful gnome, forbears not so; He breaks the vial whence the sorrows flow. Then see! the nymph in beauteous grief appears, Her eyes half languishing, half drown'd in tears; On her heav'd bosom hung her drooping head, Which with a sigh she rais'd; and thus she said:
'For ever curs'd be this detested day, Which snatch'd my best, my fav'rite curl away 1 Happy! ah ten times happy had I been, If Hampton-court these eyes had never seen! Yet am not I the first mistaken maid, By love of courts to num'rous ills betray'd.
Oh had I rather unadmir'd remain'd