Lucy. What's the matter, madam?
Mel. Did not you see the proud nothing, how she swelled upon the arrival of her fellow?
Lucy. Her fellow has not been long enough arrived, to occasion any great swelling, madam; I don't believe she has seen him yet.
Mel. Nor shan't, if I can help it.—Let me see—I have it; bring me pen and ink—Hold, I'll go write in my closet.
Lucy. An answer to this letter, I hope, madam?
[Presents a Letter.
Mel. Who sent it?
Lucy. Your captain, madam.
Mel. He's a fool, and I'm tired of him: send it back unopened.
Lucy. The messenger's gone, madam.