It may be so: and how comes he to have his bust made out so cleverly? To write rhymes one day, and be crowned for it the next, is marching quick-step time on the route of reputation.
EnterLady Worrymorefollowed by her maid, carrying a basket with two laurel wreaths.
But here comes the Lady Paramount, and Bestower of Reputation, who should be painted with a trumpet in her mouth, like my Lady Fame.
LORD WORRYMORE.
And so she ought. When her mind is unwarped by prejudice, nobody knows so well where praise is due.
LADY WORRYMORE (looking round on the company, and bowing graciously).
Most punctually assembled, and most welcome! I thank ye all, and beg your pardon for being so long in joining such friends; but, in truth, I could not be satisfied with the wreaths, which have been platted and unplatted, I don't know how often. And see there (pointing to the basket); they are not yet what I could wish. Laurels for this sublime circlet should have been fresher and brighter than our poor English climate
