But in few days her dress, Her looks, were proudly changed.

And now she flaunts it In jewels stolen or borrow'd from my wife; Who owes her some strange service, of what nature I must be kept in ignorance.

Katherine's meek And gentle spirit cowers beneath her eye, As spell-bound by some witch.
_Lucy_.

Some mystery hangs on it.
How bears she in her carriage towards yourself?
_Selby_.

As one who fears, and yet not greatly cares For my displeasure.