And easily credits the resistless power,
That in besieging beauty lies, to cast down
The slight-built fortress of a casual hate.
Selby. I am resolved—
Lucy. Success attend your wooing!
Selby. And I'll about it roundly, my wise sister.
[Exeunt.
SCENE.—The Library.
Mr. Selby. Mrs. Frampton.
Selby. A fortunate encounter, Mistress Frampton.