Bertha. A poet's indignation 'gainst a clown.
Mrs. Angell. My husband is no clown, lady.
Bertha. I beg your pardon, Madam.
Burgum. [To Mrs. Angell.] Pay no attention to her: she is as crazy as Chatterton.
Bertha. I would I were.
Burgum. Bah! You are half in love with the beggar already.
Mrs. Angell. If he had a chance, sir, I think he would make something great.
Bertha. I am sure of it!
Burgum. You never met him.
Bertha. But I have seen him, and have read his poems.