[She tries again; and again is unequal to the task.]
I’d sink before him if I met his eye!
Clif. Will’t please your ladyship to take the letter?
Julia. There Clifford speaks again! Not Clifford’s heart
Could more make Clifford’s voice! Not Clifford’s tongue
And lips more frame it into Clifford’s speech!
A question, and ’tis over! Know I you?
Clif. Reverse of fortune, lady, changes friends;
It turns them into strangers. What I am
I have not always been!
Julia. Could I not name you?
Clif. If your disdain for one, perhaps too bold
When hollow fortune called him favourite,—
Now by her fickleness perforce reduced
To take an humble tone, would suffer you—
Julia. I might?
Clif. You might!
Julia. Oh, Clifford! is it you?
Clif. Your answer to my lord.