gaping watch their neighbours, who goes in and out; And scandal's busy still,
do whatsoe'er one may. And our young couple?
They have flown up there. The wanton butterflies!
And she to him. 'Tis of the world the way!
(Margaret runs in, hides behind the door, holds the tip of her finger to her lip,
and peeps through the crevice.)
Ah, little rogue, so thou Think'st to provoke me! I have caught thee now!
(embracing him, and returning the kiss)