No Roman wears, in all the martial train,
The garments they’re intended to sustain!
Adalgisa.—How shall we bear ourselves to-morrow, pray?
Norma.—Attention, and I’ll point you out the way.
With pretty speech accost both old and young,
And speak it trippingly upon the tongue.
But if you mouth it with a hoyden laugh,
With clumsy ogling, and uncomely chaff,
As I have oft seen done at fancy fairs,
I had as lief a huckster sold my wares.