LADY G. Why, Harriet, you have given Lord G---- a clue to find me out,
and spoil all my sport.
HAR. What say you, my lord?
LORD G. Will Lady G---- own herself in fault, as you propose?
LADY G. Odious recrimination!--I leave you together. I never was in
fault in my life. Am I not a woman? If my lord will ask pardon for his
froppishness, as we say of children--
She stopt, and pretended to be going--
HAR. That my lord shall not do, Charlotte. You have carried the jest
too far already. My lord shall preserve his dignity for his wife's sake.
My lord, you will not permit Lady G---- to leave us, however?
He took her hand, and pressed it with his lips: for God's sake, madam,
let us be happy: it is in your power to make us both so: it ever shall be
in your power. If I have been in fault, impute it to my love. I cannot
bear your contempt; and I never will deserve it.
LADY G. Why could not this have been said some hours ago?--Why,
slighting my early caution, would you expose yourself?
I took her aside. Be generous, Lady G----. Let not your husband be the
only person to whom you are not so.
LADY G. [Whispering.] Our quarrel has not run half its length. If we
make up here, we shall make up clumsily. One of the silliest things in
the world is, a quarrel that ends not, as a coachman after a journey
comes in, with a spirit.
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