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LADY WORRYMORE.

Nay, surely you admire it: positively you must. I doat upon it; and Mr. Clutterbuck says, no lover could have said any thing of his mistress so exquisitely impassioned—so finely imagined.

CLERMONT.

I believe, indeed, no lover would have said any thing like it.

LADY WORRYMORE.

And again, which is, perhaps, more exquisite still,—

"Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Which, if her eyes were there, they in her head,
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp: her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright.
That birds would sing, and think it were not night!

Is not that impassioned? Is not that sublime?

CLERMONT.

I dare not pretend to judge of what is so honoured by your ladyship's approbation. But you have stopped short at the only lines in the whole speech that appear to me, although with some degree of conceit, to express the natural feelings of a lover.

LADY WORRYMORE.

Indeed! Repeat them, I pray.