LUCY
She does the honours naturally—[Aside.]
SELBY
As if she were the mistress of the house—[Aside.]
MRS. FRAMPTON
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. FRAMPTON
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. FRAMPTON
Fare you well, then. [Exit.]