Algernon. I would not have it so. Pray, forgive me.
Morgana. Forgive you? For what?
Algernon. I wish to say, and I do not well know how, without seeming to assume what I have no right to assume, and then I must have double cause to ask your forgiveness.
Morgana. Shall I imagine what you wish to say, and say it for you?
Algernon. You would relieve me infinitely, if you imagine justly.
Morgana. You may begin by saying with Achilles,
My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirred;
And I myself see not the bottom of it.{1}
1 Troilus and Cressida, Act iii. Sc. 3.
Algernon. I think I do see it more clearly.
Morgana. You may next say, I live an enchanted life. I have been in danger of breaking the spell; it has once more bound me with sevenfold force; I was in danger of yielding to another attraction; I went a step too far in all but declaring it; I do not know how to make a decent retreat.
Algernon. Oh! no, no; nothing like that.