“Is there then no more?” She cries. “All this to love and rapture’s due, Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?” But I, the most forlorn, lost man alive, ejaculate To show my wished obedience vainly strive, I sigh alas! and kiss, but cannot swive.° copulate Eager desires confound my first intent, Succeeding shame does more success prevent, And rage at last confirms me impotent.
He finished, and she's not happy about that. Then he gets angry because she's embarrassing him.