--
But hush! Here comes the man.--She ran to her harpsichord--Is this it,
Harriet? and touched the keys--repeating
"Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon she sooth'd---- ----"
ENTER LORD G.
LORD G. Miss Byron, I am your most obedient servant. The sight of you
rejoices my soul.--Madam (to his lady), you have not been long enough
together to begin a tune. I know what this is for--
LADY G. Harmony! harmony! is a charming thing! But I, poor I! know not
any but what this simple instrument affords me.
LORD G. [Lifting up his hands.] Harmony, madam! God is my witness--
But I will lay every thing before Miss Byron.
LADY G. You need not, my lord: she knows as much as she can know,
already; except the fine colourings be added to the woeful tale, that
your unbridled spirit can give it.--Have you my long letter about you,
Harriet?
LORD G. And could you, madam, have the heart to write--
LADY G. Why, my lord, do you mince the matter? For heart, say
courage. You may speak as plain in Miss Byron's presence, as you did
before she came: I know what you mean.
LORD G. Let it be courage, then.
HAR. Fie, fie, Lord G----! Fie, fie, Lady G----! What lengths do you
run! If I understand the matter right, you have both, like children,
been at play, till you have fallen out.
LORD G. If, Miss Byron, you know the truth, and can blame me--
HAR.
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