Exempt from starting tears, and woman's weakness,
I pledge you, sir—the Memory of the Dead!
[She drinks kneeling.
Selby. 'Tis gently and discreetly said, and like
My former loving Kate.
Mrs. F. Does he relent?
[Aside.
Selby. That ceremony past, we give the day
To unabated sport. And, in requital
Of certain stories and quaint allegories,