LADY G. Fiddle-faddle, silly man! And so you said before. If you thought so, you take the way, (don't you?) to mend the matter, by dancing and capering about, and putting yourself into all manner of disagreeable attitudes; and even sometimes being ready to foam at the mouth?--I told him, Miss Byron, There he stands, let him deny it, if he can; that I married a man with another face. Would not any other man have taken this for a compliment to his natural undistorted face, and instantly have pulled off the ugly mask of passion, and shewn his own?-- LORD G. You see, you see, the air, Miss Byron!--How ludicrously does she now, even now-- LADY G. See, Miss Byron!--How captious!--Lord G---- ought to have a termagant wife: one who could return rage for rage. Meekness is my crime.--I cannot be put out of temper.--Meekness was never before attributed to woman as a fault. LORD G. Good God!--Meekness!--Good God! LADY G. But, Harriet, do you judge on which side the grievance lies.-- Lord G---- presents me with a face for his, that I never saw him wear before marriage: He has cheated me, therefore. I shew him the same face that I ever wore, and treat him pretty much in the same manner (or I am mistaken) that I ever did: and what reason can he give, that will not demonstrate him to be the most ungrateful of men, for the airs he gives himself? Airs that he would not have presumed to put on eight days ago. Who then, Harriet, has reason to complain of grievance; my lord, or I? LORD G. You see, Miss Byron--Can there be any arguing with a woman who knows herself to be in jest, in all she says? HAR. Why then, my lord, make a jest of it. What will not bear an argument, will not be worth one's anger. LORD G. I leave it to Miss Byron, Lady G----, to decide between us, as she pleases. LADY G. You'd better leave it to me, sir. HAR. Do, my lord. LORD G. Well, madam!--And what is your decree? LADY G. You, Miss Byron, had best be Lady Chancellor, after all. I should not bear to have my decree disputed, after it is pronounced. HAR. If I must, my decree is this:--You, Lady G---- shall own yourself in fault; and promise amendment. My lord shall forgive you; and promise that he will, for the future, endeavour to distinguish between your good and your ill-nature: that he will sit down to jest with your jest, and never be disturbed at what you say, when he sees it accompanied with that archness of eye and lip which you put on to your brother, and to every one whom you best love, when you are disposed to be teazingly facetious. LADY G. Why, Harriet, you have given Lord G---- a clue to find me out, and spoil all my sport. HAR. What say you, my lord? LORD G. Will Lady G---- own herself in fault, as you propose? LADY G. Odious recrimination!--I leave you together. I never was in fault in my life. Am I not a woman? If my lord will ask pardon for his froppishness, as we say of children-- She stopt, and pretended to be going--