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—