LADY G. Then you are come, at last, Harriet. You wrote, that you would not come near me.
HAR. I did; but I could not stay away. Ah, Lady G——, you will destroy your own happiness!
LADY G. So you wrote. Not one word, on the subject you hint at, that you have ever said or written before. I hate repetitions, child.
HAR. Then I must be silent upon it.
LADY G. Not of necessity. You can say new things upon old subjects.—
But hush! Here comes the man.—She ran to her harpsichord—Is this it,
Harriet? and touched the keys—repeating
"Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon she sooth'd—— ——"
ENTER LORD G.
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.