HOWE’ER, so cunningly with him she dealt,
          That Harry turn’d, and soon the pack-thread felt,
          Which rais’d distrust, and led him to suspect
          Some bad design the thread was meant t’effect.

          A little time, as if asleep, he lay
          Considering how to act, or what to say;
          Then rose, (his spouse believing not awake,)
          And softly treading, lest the room should shake;
          The pack-thread follow’d to the outer door,
          And thence concluded (what he might deplore,)
          That his dear partner from her faith would stray,
          And some gallant that night design’d to play
          The lover’s part and draw the secret clue,
          When she would rise, and with him freaks pursue,
          While he (good husband!) quietly in bed
          Might sleep, not dreaming that his wife had fled.

          Forotherwise, what use such pains to take? 
          A visit cuckoldom, perhaps, might make;
          An honour that he’d willingly decline;
          On which he studied how to countermine;
          And like a sentinel mov’d to and fro’,
          To watch if any one would thither go
          To pull the string, that he could see with ease,
          And then he’d instantly the culprit seize.

          The, reader will perceive, we may suppose,
          Besides the entrance which the husband chose,
          On t’other side a door, where our gallant
          Could enter readily, as he might want,
          And there the spark a chambermaid let in:—­
          Oft servants prone are found a bribe to win.

          WhileBerlinguier thus watch’d around and round;
          The friends with one another pleasures found;
          But heav’n alone knows how nor what they were:—­
          No fact transpir’d save all was free from care;
          So well the servant kept the careful watch,
          That not a chance was given the pair to catch: 

          Thespark at dawn the lady left alone,
          And ere the husband came the bird was flown;
          Then Harry, weary, took his place again,
          Complaining, that he’d felt such racking pain,
          And dreading, lest alarms her breast should seize,
          Within another room he’d sought for ease.

          Two days had pass’d, when madam thought once more,
          To set the thread, as she had done before;
          He left the bed, pretending he was sick,
          Resumed his post; again the lover came,
          And, with my lady, play’d the former game.

          Thescheme so well succeeded, that the pair
          Thrice wish’d to try the wily pack-thread snare;
          The husband with the cholic mov’d away,
          His place the bold gallant resum’d till day.