Come, Lady Fauconbridge; it's time to come; Robin can hold out no longer, I see: Hot wooers will be tempters presently.

At one of these calls the landlady had proved more than ordinarily frail or the poet more than ordinarily seductive,who can wonder at even virtue stooping to folly when the wooer was the Swan of Avon, beside whom the bird that captivated Leda was as a featherless gosling?and the consequence had been Will Davenant, born in the year of our Lord 1605, Shakspeare standing as godfather at the baptism.

The wooer was a Mr. Child, son of a brewer at Abingdon, to whom the lady sent a challenge.