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?