Mrs. F. Interrupted!
Selby. My sister here! and see, where with her comes
My serpent gliding in an angel's form,
To taint the new-born Eden of our joys.
Why should we fear them? We'll not stir a foot,
Nor coy it for their pleasures.
[He courts the Widow.
Lucy (to Katherine). This your free,
And sweet ingenuous confession, binds me
Forever to you; and it shall go hard,