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"The pretty gadfly, sporting in the rays
Of Sol's bright beams"—

steeping, as it were, the brightness of the sun in his own brightness. This is what may be called supererogation or opulence of language.

LADY WORRYMORE.

So it is: a most ingenious and judicious remark.

LORD WORRYMORE.

You are a clever fellow, O'Honikin.

SIR JOHN CROFTON.

As good a critic as an orator.

Enter a Servant, announcing something in dumb show.

LORD WORRYMORE.

Ay, there is some little refreshment, I suppose, in the next room. Pray do us the honour. (Offering his arm to a lady.)
[Exeunt.