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.