I will fit you---- Intolerable tyranny! [_Aside_.
_Mrs.F_.

Quick, quick; You were not once so slack .-- As I was saying, Not a young thing among ye, but observed me Above the mistress.

Who but I was sought to In all your dangers, all your little difficulties, Your girlish scrapes?
I was the scape-goat still, To fetch you off; kept all your secrets, some, Perhaps, since then-- _Kath_.

No more of that, for mercy, If you'd not have me, sinking at your feet, Cleave the cold earth for comfort.

[_Kneels_.
_Mrs.F._ This to me?
This posture to your friend had better suited The orphan Katherine in her humble school-days To the _then_ rich heiress, than the wife of Selby, Of wealthy Mr.Selby, To the poor widow Frampton, sunk as she is.
Come, come, 'Twas something, or 'twas nothing, that I said; I did not mean to fright you, sweetest bedfellow! You once were so, but Selby now engrosses you.
I'll make him give you up a night or so; In faith I will: that we may lie, and talk Old tricks of school-days over.
_Kath._ Hear me, madam-- _Mrs.F._ Not by that name.