FILCH
Madam, here’s Miss Polly come to wait upon you.
LUCY
Show her in.
LUCY
Dear Madam, your Servant.—I hope you will pardon my Passion, when I was so happy to see you last.—I was so over-run with the Spleen, that I was perfectly out of myself. And really when one hath the Spleen, every thing is to be excus’d by a Friend. —I wish all our Quarrels might…