Then, with much deference and mock courtesy,
They bow me to my duty at the gate!
Flor. Are there no males whatever in those walls?
Gobbo. None, gentlemen, excepting letter mails!
And they are driven (as males often are
In other large communities)—by women!
If you’ll believe me, gentlemen, I swear,
She’s so confoundedly particular,
She’ll scarcely suffer Dr. Watts’s hymns;
And all the animals she owns are “hers”!