On such a day as this refrain to speak
My sense of this injurious friend, this pest,
This household evil, this close-clinging fiend,
In rough terms to my wife. 'Death, my own servants
Controll'd above me! orders countermanded!
What next?
[Servant enters and announces the Sister.
Enter LUCY.
Sister! I know you are come to welcome
This day's return. 'Twas well done.