Sometimes I have thought, A secret glance would tell me she could love, If I but gave encouragement.

Before me She keeps some moderation; but is never Closeted with my wife, but in the end I find my Katherine in briny tears.
From the small chamber, where she first was lodged, The gradual fiend by spacious wriggling arts Has now ensconced herself in the best part Of this large mansion; calls the left wing her own; Commands my servants, equipage .-- I hear Her hated tread.

What makes she back so soon?
_Enter_ MRS.

FRAMPTON.
_Mrs.F._ O, I am jolter'd, bruised, and shook to death, With your vile Wiltshire roads.

The villain Philip Chose, on my conscience, the perversest tracks, And stoniest hard lanes in all the county, Till I was fain get out, and so walk back, My errand unperform'd at Andover.
_Lucy_.