There was language in Dr.
John's look, though I cannot tell what he said; it animated me: I drew out of it a history; I put my idea into the part I per formed; I threw it into my wooing of Ginevra.

In the "Ours," or sincere lover, I saw Dr.John.Did I pity him, as erst?
No, I hardened my heart, rivalled and out-rivalled him.

I knew myself but a fop, but where _he_ was outcast _I_ could please.

Now I know acted as if wishful and resolute to win and conquer.

Ginevra seconded me; between us we half-changed the nature of the _role_, gilding it from top to toe.