(Anthony tries to recite a poem Benedict wrote for him to present...)

Anthony Bridgerton: My apologies. I cannot do this. I cannot claim these words as my own. They are someone else's entirely. Truth be told, I'm not... I'm not a man of poetry. Words of flattery are beautiful and sweet, but they are also hollow unless accompanied by action. Miss Edwina, I could stand here and pretend to be someone I am not. I could pretend to want the very same things as you, but I'd be lying. I may not be able to... offer the display of passion that you truly deserve. But I assure you that when it comes to action and duty... I shall never be found lacking. And I hope that is what will speak louder than any pretty words ever can.