I have seen her Demand such service from thee, as her maid, Twice told to do it, would blush angry-red, And pack her few clothes up.

Poor fool! fond slave! And yet my dearest Kate!--This day at least (It is our wedding-day) we spend in freedom, And will forget our Widow.

Philip, our coach-- Why weeps my wife?
You know, I promised you An airing o'er the pleasant Hampshire downs To the blest cottage on the green hill-side, Where first I told my love.

I wonder much, If the crimson parlor hath exchanged its hue For colors not so welcome.

Faded though it be, It will not show less lovely than the tinge Of this faint red, contending with the pale, Where once the full-flush'd health gave to this cheek An apt resemblance to the fruit's warm side, That bears my Katherine's name .-- Our carriage, Philip.
_Enter a Servant._ Now, Robin, what make you here?
_Servant._ May it please you, The coachman has driven out with Mrs.Frampton.
_Selby._ He had no orders-- _Servant._ None, sir, that I know of, But from the lady, who expects some letter At the next Post Town.
_Selby._ Go, Robin.