During the following winter I performed, with increasing approbation, the following characters: Ophelia, in "Hamlet." Viola, in "Twelfth Night." Jacintha, in "The Suspicious Husband." Fidelia, in "The Plain Dealer." Rosalind, in "As You Like It." Oriana, in "The Inconstant." Octavia, in "All for Love." Perdita, in "The Winter's Tale." Palmira, in "Mahomet." Cordelia, in "King Lear." Alinda, in "The Law of Lombardy." The Irish Widow. Araminta, in "The Old Bachelor." Sir Harry Revel, in "The Miniature Picture." Emily, in "The Runaway." Miss Richley, in "The Discovery." Statira, in "Alexander the Great." Juliet, in "Romeo and Juliet." Amanda, in "The Trip to Scarborough." Lady Anne, in "Richard the Third." Imogen, in "Cymbeline." Lady Macbeth,[31] in "Macbeth," etc. It was now that I began to know the perils attendant on a dramatic life. It was at this period that the most alluring temptations were held out to alienate me from the paths of domestic quiet,--domestic happiness I cannot say, for it never was my destiny to know it. But I had still the consolation of an unsullied name. I had the highest female patronage, a circle of the most respectable and partial friends. During this period I was daily visited by my best of mothers. My youngest brother had, the preceding winter, departed for Leghorn, where my eldest had been many years established as a merchant of the first respectability. Were I to mention the names of those who held forth the temptations of fortune at this moment of public peril, I might create some reproaches in many families of the fashionable world. Among others who offered most liberally to purchase my indiscretion was the late Duke of Rutland; a settlement of six hundred pounds per annum was proposed as the means of estranging me entirely from my husband. I refused the offer. I wished to remain, in the eyes of the public, deserving of its patronage. I shall not enter into a minute detail of temptations which assailed my fortitude. The flattering and zealous attentions which Mr. Sheridan evinced were strikingly contrasting with the marked and increasing neglect of my husband. I now found that he supported two women, in one house, in Maiden Lane, Covent Garden. The one was a figure-dancer in Drury Lane Theatre; the other, a woman of professed libertinism. With these he passed all his hours that he could steal from me; and I found that my salary was at times inadequate to the expenses which were incurred by an enlarged circle of new acquaintance, which Mr. Robinson had formed since my appearance in the dramatic scene. Added to this, the bond creditors became so clamorous, that the whole of my benefits were appropriated to their demands; and on the second year after my appearance at Drury Lane Theatre, Mr. Robinson once more persuaded me to make a visit at Tregunter.