Betwixt them with distracted mein

The object of their strife is seen;

His eyes with wild confusion roll,

Mixt passions, with alternate sway,

In his ambiguous features play,

And speak as yet the undetermined soul;

But that half-assenting leer,

Obliquely on the little wheedler thrown,

Portends, though checkt with aukward fear,

280 That soon the apostate will be all her own--