’Friends，’continuedthePrince，’IamthatGiglio，Iam，infact，Paflagonia。Rise，Smith，andkneelnotinthepublicstreet。Jones，thoutrueheart!Myfaithlessuncle，whenI
wasababy，filchedfrommethatbravecrownmyfatherleftme，bredme，allyoungandcarelessofmyrights，likeuntohaplessHamlet，PrinceofDenmark；andhadIanythoughtsaboutmywrongs，soothedmewithpromisesofnearredress。Ishouldespousehisdaughter，youngAngelica；wetwoindeedshouldreigninPaflagonia。Hiswordswerefalse——falseasAngelica’sheart!——falseasAngelica’shair，colour，frontteeth!ShelookedwithherskeweyesuponyoungBulbo，CrimTartary’sstupidheir，andshepreferredhim。’TwasthenIturnedmyeyesuponBetsinda——Rosalba，asshenowis。AndIsawinhertheblushingsumofallperfection；thepinkofmaidenmodesty；
thenymphthatmyfondhearthadeverwoo’dindreams，’etc。
etc。
（Idon’tgivethisspeech，whichwasveryfine，butverylong；