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apart from men. We may affect endcarments Mrs Fain. Do I? I think I am a little sick o' to each other, profess eternal friendships, and the sudden. seem to dote like lovers; but 'tis not in our na Mrs Mar. What ails you ? tures long to persevere. Love will resume his Mrs Fain. My husband. Don't you see him? empire in our breasts, and every heart, or soon He turned short upon me unawares, and has alor late, resume and re-admit him as its lawful most overcome me. tyrant. Mrs Fain. Bless me! how have I been decei
Enter FAINALL and MIRABELL. ved? Why, you're a professed libertine.
Mrs Mar. Ha, ha, ha! he comes opportunely Mrs Mar. You see my friendship by my free for you.
Comie, be as sincere; acknowledge that Nirs Fuin. For you; for he has brought Mirayour sentiments agree with mine.
bell with him. Mrs Fain. Never.
Fuin. My dear! Mrs Mar. You hate mankind ?
Mrs Fain. My soul! Mrs Fain. Heartily, inveterately.
Fain. You don't look well to-day, child. Mrs Mar. Your husband?
Mrs Fain. D’ye think so? Mrs Fain. Most transcendently; aye, though Mira. He's the only man that does, madam. I say it, meritoriously.
Mrs Fain. The only man that would tell me Mrs Mar. Give me your hand
so, at least; and the only man from whom I Mrs Fain. There.
could hear it without mortification. Mrs Mar. I join with you; what I have said, Fain. Oh, my dear, I am satisfied of your tenhas been to try you.
derness; I know you cannot resent any thing Mrs Fain. Is it possible? dost thou hate those from me; especially what is an effect ot' my convipers, men?
Mrs Mar. I have done hating them, and am Mrs Fain. Mr Mirabell, my mother interruptnow come to despise them; the next thing I have ed you in a pleasant relation, last night; I could to do, is eternally to forget them.
fain hear it out. Mrs Fuin. There spoke the spirit of an Ama Mira. The persons, concerned in that affair, zon, a Penthesilea,
have yet a tolerable reputation. I am afraid Mr Mrs Mar. And yet I am thinking sometimes Fainall will be censorious. to carry my aversion farther.
Mrs Fain. He has a humour more prevailing Mrs Fain, How?
than his curiosity, and will willingly dispense Mrs Mar. By marrying; if I could but find with the hearing of one scandalous story, to one, that loved me very well, and would be avoid giving an occasion to make another, by bethoroughly sensible of ill usage, I think I should ing seen to walk with his wife.
This way, M do myself the violence of undergoing the cere Mirabell
, and, I dare promise, you will oblige us njony.
both. Nirs Fain. You would not dishonour him?
[Freunt Mrs Fainall and MIRABELL. Mrs Var. No, but I'd make him believe I Fain. Excellent creature! well, sure, if I did, and that's as bad.
should live to be rid of my wife, I should be a Mirs Fain. Why, had you not as good do it? miserable man.
Mrs Mar. Oh, if he should ever discover it, Mrs Alar. Aye? he would then know the worst, and be out of his Fuin. For, having only that one hope, the acpain; but I would have him ever to continue complishment of it, of consequence, must put an upon the rack of fear and jealousy.
end to all my hopes; and what a wretch is he, Mrs Fain. Ingenious mischief! would thou who must survive his hopes! nothing remains, wert married to Mirabell!
when that day comes, but to sit down and weep Mrs Mar. Would I were !
like Alexander, when he wanted other worlds to Mrs Fain. You change colour?
conquer. Urs Mar. Because I hate him.
Mrs Mnr. Will you not follow them? Mrs Fain. So do I ; but I can hear him Fain. No, I think not. named. But what reason have you to hate bim Mrs Mar. Pray let us; I have a reason. in particular?
Fain. You are not jealous ? Mrs Mar. I never loved him; he is, and al Mrs Mar. Of whom? ways was, insufferably proud.
Fain. Of Mirabell. Mrs Fain. By the reason you give for your Mrs Mlar. If I am, is it inconsistent with
my aversion, one would think it dissembled; for you love to you, that I am tender of your honour ? have laid a fault to his charge, of which his ene Fain. You would intimate, then, as if there niies must acquit him.
a particular understanding between my Mrs Var. Oh, then, it seems you are one of wife and him? his favourable enemies. Methinks you look a Mrs Mar. I think she does not hate him, to little pale, and now you flush again.
that degree she would be thought. Vol. II.
you are false.
Pain. But he, I fear, is too insensible.
Fain. You misinterpret my reproof. I meant Mrs Mar. It may be, you are deceived. but to remind you of the slight account you
Fain. It may be so. I do not now begin to once could make of strictest ties, when set in apprehend it.
competition with your love to me. Mrs Mar. What?
Mrs Mar. 'Tis false; you urged it with deliFain. That I have been deceived, madam, and berate malice— 'Twas spoke in scorn, and I never
will forgive it. Mrs Mar. That I am false! What mean Fain. Your guilt, not your resentment, begets
your rage. If yet you loved, you could forgive a Fuin. To let you know, I see through all your jealousy : but you are stung to find, you are dislittle arts--come, you both love him, and both covered. have equally dissembled your aversion.
Your Mrs Mar. It shall be all discovered. You, mutval jealousies of one another have made you too, shall be discovered ; be sure you shall. I clash, till you have both struck fire. I have seen can but be exposed-If I do it myself I shall the warm confession reddening on your cheeks, prevent your baseness. and sparkling from your eyes.
Fain. Why, what will you do? Mrs Mar. You do me wrong.
Mrs Mar. Disclose it to your wife; own what Fain. I do not—'Twas for my ease to over see has past between us. and willully neglect the gross advances made Fain. Frenzy ! him by my wife; that, by permitting her to be Mrs Mar. By all my wrongs, I'll do it !-11 engaged, I might continue unsuspected in my publish to the world the injuries you have done pleasures; and take you oftener to my arms in ine, both in my fame and fortune : with both I full security. But could you think, because the trusted you; you, bankrupt in honour, as indigent podding husband would not wake, that c'er the of wealth. watchful lover slept?
Fain. Your fame I have preserved. Your Mrs Mar. And wherewithal can you reproach fortune has been bestowed, as the prodigality me?
of your love would have it, in pleasures, which Fain. With infidelity; with loving another; we both have shared. Yet, had not you been with love of Mirabell.
false, I had, ere this, repaid it—'Tis true—had Mrs Mar. 'Tis false. I challenge you to shew you permitted Mirabell with Millamant to have an instance, that can confirm your groundless ac stolen their marriage, my lady had been incens cusation. I hate him.
ed beyond all means of recovcilement: MillaFain. And wherefore do you hate him? He is mant had forfeited the moiety of her fortune, insensible, and your resentment follows his which then would have descended to my wife. neglect. An instance !' The injuries you have And wherefore did I marry, but to make lawful done bim are a proof: your interposing in his prize of a rich widow's wealth, and squander it love. What cause had you to make discoveries on love and you? of his pretended passion? to undeceive the cre Mirs Mar. Deceit and frivolous pretence. dulous aunt, and be the officious obstacle of his Fain. Death! am I not married? what's prematch with Milamant?
tence? Am I not imprisoned, fettered? have I'not Mrs Mar. My obligations to my lady urged a wife? nay, a wife, that was a widow, a young me: I had professed a friendship to her; and widow, a handsome widow; and would be again a could not see her easy nature so abused by that widow, but that I have a heart of proof, and dissembler.
something of a constitution to bustle through Fain. What, was it conscience, then? Professed the ways of wedlock and this world? Will you ! O the pious friendships of the be reconciled to truth and me?
Mrs Mar. Impossible. Truth and you are Mrs Mar. More tender, more sincere, and inconsistent -I hate you, and shall for more enduring, than all the vain and empty ever. vows of men, whether professing love to us, or Fain. For loving you? mutual faith to one another.
Mrs Mar. I loath the name of love after Fyin. Ha, ha, ha! you are my wife's friend. such usage; and next to the guilt, with which too.
you would asperse me, I scorn you most. FareMrs Mar. Shame and ingratitude! Do you well. reproach me? You, you upbraid me! Have I Fain. Nay, we must not part thus. been false to her through strict fidelity to you, Mrs Mur. Let me go. and sacrificed my friendship to keep my love Fain. Come, I'm sorry: inviolate? and have you the baseness to charge
Mrs Nlar. I care not me with the guilt, unmindful of the mcrit! | Break my hands, dom -I'd leave them to To you it should be meritorious, that I have get loose. been vicious; and do you reflect that guilt Fain. I would not hurt you for the world. upon me, which should lie buried in your bosom? Have I no other hoid to keep you here?
Let me go.
Mrs Mar. Well, I have descrved it all. privy to my whole design, and put it in your Fain. You know I love you.
power to ruin or advance my fortune. Mrs Mar. Poor dissembling ! Othat
Mrs Fain. Whom have you instructed to reWell, it is not yet
present your pretended uncle? Fain. What? what is it not? what is not Mira. Waitwell, my servant. yet? is it not yet too late
Mrs Fain. He is a humble servant to Foible, Mrs Mar. No, it is not yet too late I my mother's woman, and may win her to yo have that comfort.
interest. Fain. It is, to love another.
Mira. Care is taken for that-she is won and Mrs Mar. But not to loath, detest, abhor worn by this time. They were married this mankind, myself, and the whole treacherous morning. world.
Mrs Fain. Who? Fain. Nay, this is extravagance-Come, I ask Mira. Waitwell and Foible. I would not your pardon
No tears -I was to blame; I tempt my servant to betray me by trusting him could not love you and be easy in my doubts—too far. If your mother, in hopes to ruin me, Pray forbear-I believe you ; I'm convinced should consent to marry my pretended uncle, he I've done you wrong; and any way, every way might, like Mosca in the Fox, stand upon terms; will make amends ;-—-I'll hate my wife yet so I made him sure before-band. more, damn her; I'll part with her, rob her of Mrs Fain. So, if my poor mother is caught in all she's worth, and we'll retire somewhere, a contract, you will discover the imposture beany where, to another world. I'll marry thee times; and release her, by producing a certificate Be pacified _’Sdeath! they come, hide your of her gallant's former marriage ? face, your tears
You have a mask, wear it Mira. Yes, upon condition that she consent to a moment. This way, this way-bе persuaded! my marriage with her niece, and surrender the
[Exeunt. moiety of her fortune in her possession.
Mrs Fain. She talked last night of endeaEnter Mirabell and Mrs FAINALL.
vouring at a match between Millamant and your Mrs Fain. They are here yet.
uncle. Mira. They are turning into the other walk. Mira. That was by Foible's direction, and my
Mrs Fain. While I only hated my husband, instruction, that she inight seem to carry it more could bear to see him; but since I have despised privately. him, he is too offensive.
Mrs Fain. Well, I have an opinion of your Mira. O you should hate with prudence. success; for I believe my lady will do any ihing
Mrs Fain. Yes, for I have loved with indiscre to get a husband, and when she has this, which tion.
you have provided for her, I suppose she will Mira. You should have just so much disgust submit to any thing to get rid of him. for your busband, as may be sufficient to make Mira. Yes, I think the good lady would marry you relish your lover.
any thing that resembled a man, though 'twere Mrs Fain. You have been the cause, that I no more than what a butler could pinch out of a have loved without bounds ; and would you napkin. set liinits to that aversion, of which you have Mrs Fain. Female frailty ! we must all come been the occasion ? why did you make me marry to it, if we live to be old, and feel the craving of this man?
a false appetite, when the true is decayed. Mira. Why do we daily commit disagreeable Mira. An old woman's appetite is depraved and dangerous actions? To save that idol re like that of a girl—'tis the green-sickness of a putation. If the familiarities of our loves had second childhood; and, like the faint offer of a produced that consequence, of which you were latter spring, serves but to usher in the fall, and apprehensive, where could you have fixed a withers in an affected bloom. father's name with credit, but on a husband? I Mrs Fain. Here's your mistress. knew Fainall to be a man lavish of his morals, an interested and professing friend, a false and a Enter Mrs MILLAMANT, WITWOULD, and designing lover; yet one whose wit and outward
MINCING.. fair behaviour have gained a reputation with the Mira. Here she comes, i'faith, full sail, with town, enough to make that woman stand excus- her fan spread, and streamers out, and a shoal of ed, who has suffered herself to be won by his fools for tenders—ha, no; I
mercy. addresses. A better man ought not to have N1rs Fain. I see but one poor empty sculler; been sacrificed to the occasion; a worse had and he tows her woman after him. not answered to the purpose. When you are Mira. You seem to be unattended, madamweary of him, you know your remedy.
You used to have the beau-inonde throng after Mrs Fain. I ought to stand in some degree you, and a flock of gay fine perukes hovering of credit with you, Mirabell.
Mira. In justice to you, I have made you Wit. Like moths about a candle-I.had like
to have lost my comparison for want of breath. Mill. O, I ask your pardon for that-One's
Mill. O I have denied myself airs to-day. I cruelty is one's power, and when one parts with have walked as fast through the crowd
one's cruelty, one parts with one's power; and Wit. As a favourite just disgraced ; and with when one has parted with that, I fancy one's old as few followers.
and ugly. Mill. Dear Mr Witwould, truce with your Mlir. Ay, ay, suffer your cruelty to ruin the similitudes : for I am as sick of them
object of your power, to destroy your lover Wit. As a physician of a good air-I cannot And then, how vain, how lost a thing you'll be ! help it, madani, though 'tis against myself. Nay, 'tis true : you are no longer handsome, Mill
. Yet again! Mincing, stand between me when you have lost your lover; your beauty dies and his wit.
upon the instant; for beauty is the lover's gift; Wit. Do Mrs Mincing, like a screen before 'is he bestows your charms—Your glass is all a great fire. I confess I do blaze to-day; I am a cheat. The ugly and the old, whom the looktoo bright.
ing-glass mortifies, yet, after commendation, can Mrs Fain. But, dear Millamant, why were be Hattered by it, and discover beauties in it; for you so long?
that reflects our praises, rather than your face. Mill. Long! lud! have I not made violent haste? Mill. O the vanity of these men! Fainall, I have asked every living thing I met for you; d'ye hear him? If they did not commend us, we I have inquired after you, as after a new fashion were not handsome ! Now, you must know, they
Wit. Madam, truce with your similitudes, could not commend one, if one was not handno, you met her husband, and did not ask him some. Beauty the lover's gift "Dear me, for her.
what is a lover, that it can give? Why, one Mir. By your leave, Witwould, that were like makes lovers as fast as one pleases, and they inquiring after an old fashion, to ask a husband live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon for his wife.
as one pleases: and then, if one pleases, one Wit. Hum! a hit, a hit, a palpable hit, I con- makes more. fess it,
Wit. Very pretty! Why you make no more of Min. You were dressed before I came abroad. making of lovers, madam, than of making so
Mill. Ay, that's true, but then I had many card-matches. Mincing, what had I? why was I so long? Mill. One no more owes one's beauty to a
Min. O mem, your la’ship staid to peruse a lover, than one's wit to an echo: they can but pacquet of letters.
reflect what we look and say; vain, empty things Mill
. O ay, letters I had letters—I am per- if we are silent or unseen, and want a being. secuted with letters--I hate letters-nobody Mir. Yet, to those two vain, empty things, you knows how to write letters; and yet one has owe two of the greatest pleasures of your
life. them, one does not know why—they serve one Mill. How so? to pin up one's hair.
Mir. To your lover you owe the pleasure of Wit. Is that the way? Pray, madam, do you hearing yourselves praised; and to an echo, the pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I pleasure of hearing yourselves talk. must keep copies.
Wit. But I know a lady, that loves talking so Mill. Only with those in verse, Mr Witwould. incessantly, she won't give an echo fair play ; I never pin up my hair with prose. I think, I she has that everlasting rotation of tongue, that tried once, Mincing?
an echo must wait till she dies, before it can Min. O mem, I shall never forget it.
catch her last words. Wit. Ay, poor Mincing tift and tift all the Mill. O fiction ! Fainall, let us leave these morning.
Min. Till I had the cramp in my fingers, I'll Mira. Draw off Witwould. vow, mem, and all to no purpose. But when
[Aside to Mrs Fainall. your la’ship pins it up with poetry, it sits so Mrs Fain. Immediately: I have a word or pleasant the next day as any thing, and is so pure two for Mr Witwould. and so crips.
[E.reunt Mrs Fainall and WITWOULD. Wit. Indeed! so crips?
Mira. I would beg a little private audience, Min. You're such a critic, Mr Witwould. too--You had the tyranny to deny me last
Mill. Mirabell, did you take exceptions last night; though you knew I came to impart a senight ? O ay, and went away Now I think eret to you, that concerned my love. on't I'm angry-No, now I think on't I'm pleas Mill. You saw I was engaged. ed-For I believe I gave you some pain.
Mira. Unkind! You had the leisure to enterMir. Does that please you?
tain a herd of fools; things, who visit you from Mill. Infinitely; I love to give pain.
their excessive idleness; bestowing on your easiMir. You would affect a cruelty, which is not ness that time, which is the incumbrance of their in your nature; your true vanity is in the power lives. How can you find delight in such society? of pleasing
It is impossible they should admire you; they are
not capable; or if they were, it should be to not a more whimsical dwelling than the heart of a you as a mortification ; for sure to please a fool man, that is lodged in a woman. There is no is some degree of folly.
point of the compass, to which they cannot turn, Mill. I please myself—-Besides, sometimes and by which they are not turned; and by one as to converse with fools is for
well as another; for motion, not method, is their Mira. Your health! Is there a worse disease occupation. To know this, and yet continue to than the conversation of fools
be in love, is to be made wise from the dictates Mill. Yes, the vapours; fools are physic for of reason, and yet persevere to play the fool by it next to assafoetida.
the force of instinct---O here come my pair of Mira. You are not in a course of fools ? turtles-What! billing so sweetly! is not Va
Mill. Mirabell, if you persist in this offensive lentine's day over with you yet? [Enter Wartfreedom-you'll displease me~ I think I must WELL and foible.] Sirrah, Waitwell
, why sure resolve, after all, not to have you—We shan't you think you were married for your own recreagree.
ation, and not for my conveniency: Mira. Not in our physic, it may
Wait. Your pardon, sir. With submission, Mill. And yet our distemper, in all likelihood, we have indeed been billing; but still with an will be the same; for we shall be sick of one eye to business, sir. I have instructed her as another. I shan't endure to be reprimanded, well as I could. If she can take your directions nor instructed; 'tis so dull to act always by ad as readily as my instructions, sir, your affairs are vice, and so tedious to be told of one's faults--- in a prosperous way: I can't bear it. Well, I won't have you, Mira Mira. Give you joy, Mrs Poible. bell -I'm resolved I think------you may go Foi. O-las, sir, I'm so ashamed----I'm afraid -Ha, ha, ha! What would you give, that you my lady has been in a thousand inquietudes for could help loving me?
me. But I protest, sir, I made as much haste Mira. I would give something that you did as I could. not know I could not help it.
Wait. That she did indeed, sir. It was my Mill. Come, don't look grave, then. Well, fault that she did not make more. what do you say to me?
Mira. That I believe. Mira. I say, that a man may as soon make a Foi. I told niy lady as you instructed me, sir: friend by his wit, or a fortune by his honesty, as that I had a prospect of seeing Sir Rowland, your win a woman with plain-dealing and sincerity. uncle; and that I would put her ladyship’s pic
Mill. Sententious, Mirabell? Prithee don't ture in my pocket to shew bim; which, I'll be look with that violent and inflexible wise face, sure to say has made him so enamoured of her like Solomon at the dividing of the child, in an beauty, that he burns with impatience to lie at old tapestry hanging.
her ladyship's feet, and worship the original. Mira. You are merry, madam; but I would Mira. Excellent Foible ! Matrimony has made persuade you for a moment to be serious.
you eloquent in love. Mill. What, with that face? No, if you keep Wait. I think she has profited, sir; I think so. your countenance, 'tis impossible I should hold Foi. You have seen madam Millamant, sir ? mine. Well, after all, there is something very Mira. Yes, moving in a love-sick face. Ha, ha, ha!-Well, Foi. I told her, sir, because I did not know I won't laugh, don't be peevish-Heigho! now that you might find an opportunity; she had so I'll be melancholy; as melancholy as a watch- much company last night. light. Well, Mirabell, if ever you will win me, Mira. Your diligence will merit more---in the woo me now -Nay, if you are so tedious, fare mean time
[Gives money. you well; I see they are walking away.
Foi. O dear sir, your humble servant ! Mira. Can you not find in the variety of your
Wait. Spouse! disposition one moment
Mira, Stand off, sir, not a penny-
--Go on Mill
. To hear you tell me Foible's married, and prosper, Foible----- The lease shall be made and your plot like to speed-No!
good, and the farm stocked, if we succeed. Mira. But how you came to know it
Foi. I don't question your generosity, sir: and Mill. Without the help of conjuration, you you need not doubt of success. If you have no can't imagine; unless she should tell me herself. more commands, sir, I'll be gone ; I'm sure my Which of the two it may have been, I will leave lady is at her toilet, and can't dress till I come--you to consider; and when you have done think- o dear, I'm sure that (looking out] was Mrs ing of that, think of me.
Marwood that went by in a mask; if she has (Exeunt MILLAMANT and MIncing. seen me with you I'm sure she'll tell my lady. Mira. I have something more---Gone I'll make haste home and prevent her. Your Think of you! to think of a whirlwind, though servant, sir. B'w'ye, Waitwell. [Erit. 'twere in a whirlwind, were a case of more steady Wuit. Sir Rowland, if you please. The jade's contemplation; a very tranquillity of mind and so pert upon her preferment, she forgets her. wansion. A fellow, that lives in a windmill, has self.