And I shall love the knave forever after.
[_Aside_.
_Mrs.F._ A friend with you! _Selby_.

My eldest sister, Lucy, Come to congratulate this returning morn .-- Sister, my wife's friend, Mistress Frampton.
_Mrs.F._ Pray, Be seated; for your brother's sake, you are welcome.
I had thought this day to have spent in homely fashion With the good couple, to whose hospitality I stand so far indebted.

But your coming Makes it a feast.
_Lucy._ She does the honors naturally-- [_Aside._ _Selby._ As if she were the mistress of the house .-- [_Aside._ _Mrs.F._ I love to be at home with loving friends.
To stand on ceremony with obligations, Is to restrain the obliger.

That old coach, though, Of yours jumbles one strangely.
_Selby._ I shall order An equipage soon, more easy to you, madam-- _Lucy._ To drive her and her pride to Lucifer, I hope he means.

[_Aside._ _Mrs.F._ I must go trim myself; this humbled garb Would shame a wedding-feast.