Too obedient, Kate, And to too many masters.

I can hardly On such a day as this refrain to speak My sense of this injurious friend, this pest, This household evil, this close-clinging fiend, In rough terms to my wife.

'Death, my own servants Controll'd above me! orders countermanded! What next?
[_Servant enters and announces the Sister._ _Enter_ LUCY.
Sister! I know you are come to welcome This day's return.

'Twas well done.
_Lucy_.

You seem ruffled.
In years gone by this day was used to be The smoothest of the year.