the place of trial, and, I trust, of triumph, my Lord. (Going.)
LORD WORRYMORE (preventing her).
Nay, you must stay just to hear him read one of his favourite passages.
I thank you very much; but I am in a particular hurry.
Nay, nay; but a short passage, and I'll read it myself.
Indeed, I am in a hurry.
You must hear it. I'll detain you but a few moments. (
Running her up to the wall, as she tries to make her escape.)
Let me go, I beseech you: I hear Lady Worrymore coming.
[Exit hastily, while he looks round in alarm.
LORD WORRYMORE (listening).
I hear nobody coming.
It was but a trick to get away.
