_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_. 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. I have your leave For a short absence?--and your Katherine-- _Selby._ You'll find her in her closet-- _Mrs. F._ Fare you well, then. [_Exit._ _Selby._ How like you her assurance? _Lucy._ Even so well, That if this Widow were my guest, not yours, She should have coach enough, and scope to ride. My merry groom should in a trice convey her To Sarum Plain, and set her down at Stonehenge, To pick her path through those antiques at leisure; She should take sample of our Wiltshire flints. O, be not lightly jealous! nor surmise, That to a wanton bold-faced thing like this Your modest shrinking Katherine could impart Secrets of any worth, especially Secrets that touch'd your peace. If there be aught, My life upon't,'tis but some girlish story Of a First Love; which even the boldest wife Might modestly deny to a husband's ear, Much more your timid and too sensitive Katherine. _Selby_. I think it is no more; and will dismiss My further fears, if ever I have had such. _Lucy_. Shall we go walk? I'd see your gardens, brother; And how the new trees thrive, I recommended. Your Katherine is engaged now-- _Selby_. I'll attend you. [_Exeunt_. SCENE.--_Servants' Hall_. HOUSEKEEPER, PHILIP, _and others, laughing_.