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Mirabell can't abide ber. [Calls] John— re-l Foi. Witwould and Mr. Petulant are come move my lady's toilet. Madam, your servant. to dine with your ladyship: My lady is so impatient, I fear she'll come Lady W. O dear, I can't appear till I am for me, if I stay.

dress'd. Dear Marwood, shall I be free with Mrs. F. I'll go with you up the back stairs, you again, and beg you to entertain 'em? I'! lest I should meet her.

[E.reuni make all imaginable haste. Dear friend, exEnter Mrs. MARWOOD.

cuse me. [Ereunt Lady Wishfort and Foible. Mrs. Mar. Indeed, Mrs. Engine, is it thus

Enter Mrs. MILLAMANT and MixcixG. with you? Are you become a go-between of Mrs. Mill. Sure never any thing was so this importance? Yes, I shall watch you. unbred as that odious man. Marwood, your Why this wench is the passe-partout, a very servant. master-key to every body's strong box. My Mrs. Mar. You have a colour: what's the friend Fainall, have you carried it so swim- matter? mingly? I thought there was something in it; Mrs. Mill. That horrid fellow, Petulant, bas but it seems 'tis over with you. Your loathing provoked me into a flame. I have broke my is not from a want of appetite then, but from fan. Mincing, lend me yours. Is not all the a surfeit: else you could never be so cool to powder out of my hair? fall from a principal to be an assistant; to Mrs. Mar. No. What has he done? procure for him! a pattern of generosity, that Mrs. Mill. Nay, he has done nothing; he I confess. Well, Mr. Fainall, you have met bas only talk'd-nay, he has said nothing with your match. O man, man! Woman, neither; but he has contradicted every thing woman! The devil's an ass: if I were a paint- that has been said. For my pari, I thought er, I would draw him like an idiot, à dri- Witwould and he would have quarrelld. veller with a bib and bells. Man should bave Min. I row, mem, I thought once they his bead and horns, and woman the rest of would have fit). bim. Poor simple fiend! madam Marwood Mrs. Mill. Well, 'tis a lamentable thing, I has a penchant, but he can't abide her 'Twere swear, that one has not the liberty of choosbetter for him you had not been his confes- ing, one's acquaintance as one does one's sor in that affair, without you could have clothes. kept his counsel closer. I shall not prore Mrs. Mar. If we had that liberty, we should another pattern of generosity-he has not ob- be as weary of one set of acquaintance, though liged me to that with those excesses of bim- never so good, as we are of one suit, though self; and now I'll have none of him. Here never so fine. A fool and a doily stuff would comes the good lady, panting, ripe; with a now and then find days of grace, and be heart full of hope, and a head full of care, worn for variety. like any chemist upon the day of projection. Mrs. Mill. I could consent to wear 'em, if Enter LADY WISHFORT.

they would wear alike; but fools never wear

out. They are such drap-de-berry things ! Lady W. O dear Marwood, what shall 1 without one could give 'em to one's chambersay for this rude forgetfulness? But my dear maid after a day or two. friend is all goodness.

Mrs. Mar. 'Í'were better so indeed. Or Mrs. Mar. No apologies, dear madam. 1 what think you of the play-house? A fine have been very well entertained.

gay glossy fool should be given there, like a Lady W. As I'm a person, I am in a very new masking-habit after the masquerade is chaos to think I should so forget myself; but over, and we have done with the disguise. I have such an olio of affairs, really I know For a fool's visit is always a disguise; and not what to do. [Calls] Foible!—I expect my never admitted by a woman of wit

, but to nephew, sir Wilful, every momenl' too. blind her affair with a lover of sense. If you Why, Foible!—He means to travel for improve- would but appear barefaced now, and own ment.

Mirabell, you might as easily put off Petulant Mrs. Mar. Methinks sir Wilful should rather and Witwould, as your hood and scarf. And think of marrying than travelling at his years. indeed 'tis time, for the town has found it: I hear he is turned of forty.

the secret is grown too big for the pretence : Lady W. O he's in less danger of being 'tis like Mrs. Primly's great belly; she may spoiled by his travels. I am against my ne- lace it down before, but it burnishes on her phew's marrying too young. li will be time hips. Indeed, Millamant, you can no more enough when be comes back, and has acquired conceal it than my lady. Strammel can her discretion to choose for himself.

face, that goodly face, which, in defiance of Mrs. Mar. Methinks Mrs. Millamant and he her Rhenish-wine tea, will not be comprehendwould make a very fit match. He may traveled in a mask. afterwards. 'Tis a thing very usual with young Mrs. Mill. I'll take my death, Marwood, you gentlemen.

are more censorious than a decay'd beauty, Lady W. I promise you I have thought or a discarded toast. Mincing, tell the men on't; and, since 'lis your judgment, I'll think they may come up: My aunt is not dresson't again. I assure you I will; I' value your ing here; their folly is less provoking than judgment extremely. On my word, r'll pro- your malice. [E.rit Mincing] The town has pose it.

found it! what has it found? That Mirabeli

loves me is no more a secret, than it is a seEnter Foible.

cret, that you discover'd it to my aunt, Come, come, Foible. I had forgot my nephew than the reason why you discovered it is a secret will be here before dinner. I must make haste. 1, Fought. Fit is the volgar participle of fight.

Mrs. Mar. You are nettled.

Wit. Ay, upon proof positive it inust; but Mrs. Mill. You're mistaken. Ridiculous ! upon proof presumptive it only may. That's

Mrs. Mar. Indeed, my dear, you'll tear a logical distinction now, madam. another fan if you don't mitigate those vio- Mrs. Mar. I perceive your debates are of lent airs.

importance, and very learnedly handled. Mrs. Mill. Oh, silly! Ha, ha, ha! I could Pet. Importance is one thing, and learning's laugh immoderately. Poor Mirabell! His con- another; but a debate's a debate, that I assert. stancy. to me bas quite destroyed his com- Wit. Petulant's an enemy to learning; be plaisance for all the world beside. I swear I relies altogether on bis paris. never enjoined it him, to be so coy: if I bad Pet. No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts the vanity to think he would obey me, I not me. would command him to show more gallantry. Mrs. Mar. That's a sign indeed 'tis no ene'Tis hardly well-bred to be so particular on my to you. one band, and so insensible on the other. But Pet. "No, no, 'tis no enemy to any body, I despair to prevail, and so let him follow but them that have it. his own way. Ha, ha, ha! Pardon me, dear Mrs. Mill. Well, an illiterate man's

my creature, I must laugh, ha, ha, ha! though I aversion. I wonder at the impudence of an grant you 'lis a little barbarous, ha, ha, ha! illiterate man, to osfer to make love.

Mrs. War. What pily 'tis, so much fine Wit. That I conless I wonder at too. raillers, and deliver'd with so significant gesture,

Mrs. Mill. Ah! to marry an ignorant! that should be so unhappily directed to miscarry ! can hardly read or write. Mrs. Mill. Dear creature, I ask your par

Pet. Why should a man be any further don. I swear I did not mind you.

from being married though he can't read, than Mrs. Mar. Mr. Mirabell and you both may he is from being hang’d. The ordinary's paid think a thing impossible, when I shall tell for setting the psalm, and the parish priest him by telling you—

for reading the ceremony. And for thc rest Mrs. Mill. dear, what? for 'tis the same which is to follow, in both cases, a man may thing, if I hear it. Ha, ha, ha!

do it without book; so all's one for that. Mrs. Mar. That I detest him, hate him, Mrs. Mill. D'ye hear the creature? Lord, madam.

here's company, I'll be gone. Mrs. Mill. O madam! why, so do I. And [Exeunt Mrs. Millamant and Mincing. yet the creature loves me; ha, ha, ha! How can one forbear laughing to think of it Enter Sir Wilful Witwould in a Riding-I am a Sybil if I am not amazed to think

dress, und Footman. what he can see in me. I'll take my death, Wit. In the name of Bartholomew and his I think you are handsomer, and within a year fair, what have we here? or two as young. If you could but stay for Mrs. Mar. 'Tis your brother, I fancy. Don't me, I shoud overtake you. But that cannot you know him ? be. Well, that thoughi makes me melancho- Wit. Not I. Yes, I think it is he. I've lic. Now I'll be sad,

almost forgot him; I have not seen him since Mrs. Mar. Your merry note may be chan-the Revolution. ged sooner than you think.

Foot. Sir, my lady's dressing. Here's comMrs. Mill. D'ye say so ? Then I'm resolved pany; if you please to walk in, in the mean Il bave a song to keep up my spirits. time.

Sir W. Dressing! What, 'tis but morning Enter MINCING.

here I warrant with you in London; we Min. The gentlemen stay but to comb, ma- should count it towards afternoon in our parts, dam; and will wait on you.

down in Shropshire. Why then belike my

aunt han't dined yet. Ha, friend ? Enter PETULANT and WitwouLD.

Foot. Your aunt, sir? Mrs. Mill. Is your animosity composed, Sir V'. My aunt, sir? yes, my aunt, sir, spodemen?

and your lady, sir; your lady is my aunt, sir. 11 il. Raillery, raillery, madam; we have no Whý, whal, dost thou not know me, friend ? animosity; we hit off a little wit now and Why then send somebody bither that does. theo, but no animosity. The falling out of How long bast thou lived with thy lady, wils, is like the falling-out of lovers. We agrec fellow, ha ? in the main, like treble and bass. Ha, Petulant! Foot. A week, sir; longer than any in the

Pe. Ay, in the main. But when I have a bouse, except my lady's woman. bumour lo contradict

Sir W. Why then belike thou dost not Hil Ay, when he has a bumour to con- know thy lady, if thou seest her; ba, friend! tradich, then I contradict too. What, I know Foot. Why truly, sir, I cannot safely swear my cue. Then we contradict one another to her face in a morning, before she is dress'd. like two battledores; for contradictions beget 'Tis like I may give a shrewd guess at her one another like Jews.

by this time. Pet. If be says black's black - If I have a Sir W. Well, pr’ythee, try what thou can'st bamour to say 'tis blue-Let that pass; all's do; if thou canst not guess, inquire her out; pe sor that. If I have a humour to prove dost hear, fellow ? and tell her, her nephew, , it must be granted.

sir Wilful Witwould, is in the house. Wit. Not positively must-But it may-it Foot. I shall, sir.

Sir W. Hold ye, hear me, friend; a word Þet. Yes, it positively must, upon proof with you in your car: pr’ythee, who are positive.

these gallants?

Foot. Really, sir, I can't tell; here come so and hoping you are in good health, and so many here, 'tis hard to know 'em all

. [E.xit
. forth-To begin with a Rat me, knight

, I'm Sir W. Oons, this fellow knows less than so sick of a last night's debauch-Ods heart

, a starling; I don't think a'knows his own name. and then tell a familiar tale of a cock and a

Mrs. Mar. Mr. Wilwould, your brother is bull, and a wench and a bottle, and so connot behind-hand in forgetfulness. I fancy he clude.

You could write news before you has forgot you too.

were out of your time, when you lived with Wit. I hope so. The deuce take him that bonest Pimplenose, the attorney of Furniremembers first, I say.

val's Inn, you could entreat to be remembered Sir W. Save you, gentlemen and lady. then to your friends round the Wrekin.

Mrs. Mar. For shanie, Mr. Witwould; why Pet. 'Slife, Witwould, were you ever an won't you speak to him? And


sir. attorney's clerk, of the family of the FurniWii Petulant, speak.

vals? Ha, ha, ha! Pet. It seems as if you had come a journey, Wit. Ay, ay, but that was but for awhile. sir; hem, hem. Surveying him round. Not long, not long;, pshaw, I was not in my

Sir W. Very likely, sir, that it may seem so. own power then. An orphan, and this fellow Pet. No offence, l' hope, sir.

was my guardian; ay, ay, I was glad to conSir W. May be not, sir; thereafter, as 'tis sent to that, man, to come to London. He meant, sir,

had the disposal of me then. If I had not Wil

. Smoke the boots, the boots; Petulant, agreed to that, I might have been bound 'prenthe boots. Ha, ha, ha!

lice to a feltmaker in Shrewsbury; this fellow Pet. Sir, I presume upon the information would have bound me to a maker of felts. of your boots.

Sir W. 'Sheart, and better than be bound Sir W. Why, 'tis like you may, sir: if you to a maker of fops; where, I

suppose, you are not satisfied with the information of my have served your time; and now you may set bools, sir, if you will step to the stable, you up for yourself

. may inquire further of my horse, sir.

Mrs. Mar. You intend to travel, sir, as I'm Pet. Your horse, sir! your horse is an ass, sir! informed. Sir W. Do you speak by way of offence, sir? Sir W. Belike I may, madam. I may chance

Mrs. Mar. The gentleman's merry, that's all, to sail upon the salt seas, if my mind bold. sir—'Slife, we shall have a quarrel betwixt an Pet. And the wind serve. horse and ass, before they find one another Sir W. Serve or not serve, I shan't ask out.—You must not take any thing amiss from licence of you, sir; nor the weather-cock your your friends, sir. You are among your friends, companion. I direct my discourse to the here, though it may be you don't know it. lady, sir. 'Tis like my aunt may have told If I am not mistaken, you are sir Wilful you, madam; yes, I have settled niy concerns, Witwould.

I may say now, and am minded to see Sir W. Right, lady; I am sir Wilful Wit- foreign parts. would, so I write myself; no offence to any Mrs. Mar. I thought you had designed for body, I hope; and nephew to the lady Wish- France at all adventures. fort of this mansion.

Sir W. I can't tell that; 'tis like I may, and Mrs. Mar. Don't you know this gentle-'tis like I

I am somewhat dainty

in making a resolution, because when I make Sir W. Hum! What, sure 'tis not-yea, it I keep it. I don't stand shill I, shall I, tben ; by'r lady but 'tis.-'Sheart, I know not whether if I sayt, I'll do't: but I have thoughts to 'tis or no.-Yea but 'tis, by the wrekin. Brother tarry a small matter in town, to learn someAnthony! what, Tony, i'faith! what, dost thou what of your lingo first, before I cross the not know me? By'r lady, nor I thee, thou seas, I'd gladly have a spice of your Freech. art so belaced, and so beperiwigg’d. 'Sheart as they say, whereby to hold 'discourse in why dost not speak? art thou o'erjoyed?' foreign countries.

Wit. Odso, brother, is it you? your servant, Mrs. Mar. Here's an academy in town for brother.

tbat, and dancing, and curious accomplishSir W. Your servant! why yours, sir. ments, calculated purely for the use of grown Wit. No offence, I hope, brother. gentlemen. Sir W. 'Sheart, sir, but there is, and much Sir W. Is there? 'lis like there may. offence. A plague! is this your inns-o'court Mrs. Mar. No doubl you will return very breeding, not to know your friends and your much improved. relations, your elders, and your belters? Wit. Yes, refined like a Dutch skipper from

Wit. Výhy, brother Wilful of Salop, you a whale-fishing. may be as short as a Shrewsbury cake, if you please. But I tell you 'tis not modish to know

Enter LADY WISHFORT and FAINALL. relations in town. ''Tis not the fashion here; Lady W. Nephew, you are welcome 'lis not indeed, dear brother.

Sir W. Aunt, your servant. Sir W. The fashion's a fool; and you're a Fain, Sir Willul, your most faithful seri23 fop, dear brother. Sheart, I've suspected this; Sir W. Cousin Fainall, give me your baru by'r lady, I conjectured you were a fop, since Lady W. Cousin Witwould, your seriat you began to change the style of your letters, Mr. Petulant, your servant. Nephew, and write in a scrap of paper, gilt round the are welcome again. Will you drink edges, no bigger than a subpoena. "), I might thing after your journey, nephew, before! expect this when you left off honoured brother; eat? dinner's almost ready. 1) A writ commanding a person to appear in court under

Sir W. I'm very well, I thank you, it & certain penally (subpoena).

however, I thank you for your courteous of

may not.

man, sir?

'Sheart, I was afraid you would have been in Fain. This has an appearance. the fashion too, and have remembered to have Mrs. Mar. I'm sorry I hinted to my lady forgot your relations. Here's your cousin to endeavour a match between Millamant and Tony; belike I mayn't call him brother, for sir Wilful; that may be an obstacle. fear of offence.

Fain. O, for that matter leave me to manage Lady W. O, he's a railer, nephew; my him; I'll disable him for that; he will drink cousin's a wit: and your great wits always like a Dane: aster dinner, I'll set his hand in. rally their best friends to choose. When you Mrs. Mar. Well, how do you stand affected have been abroad, nephew, you'll understand towards your lady? raillery better.

Fain. Why, faith, I'm thinking of it. Let [ Fainall and Mrs. Marwood talk apart. me see-I am married already; so that's over

Sir W. Why then let him hold his tongue --my wife has play'd the jade with me-well, in the mean time, and rail when that day comes. that's over too-I never loved her, or if I had,

why that would have heen over too by this Enter Mincing.

time – jealous of her I cannot be, for I am

certain; so there's an end of jealousy; Weary Min. Mem, I am come to acquaint your of her, I am and shall be-no, there's no end la'ship that dinner is impatient.

of that; no, no, that were too much to hope. Sir IV. Impatient? why then belike it won't Thus far concerning my repose. Now for my slay till I pull off my hools. Sweetheart, can reputation-as to my own,'I married not for you help me to a pair of slippers? My man's fit; so that's out of the question. And as to with his horses I warrant.

my part in my wife's - why she had parted Lady W. Fie, fie, nephew, you would not with hers besore; so bringing, none to me, puillo

off your boots here; go down into the she can take none from me: o'tis against alí ball; dinner shall stay for you. [Ereunt rule of play, that I should lose to one, who Wincing and Sir Wilfull] My nephew's a has not wherewithal to stake. little udbred, you'll pardon bim, madam. Mrs. Mar. Besides you forget, marriage is Gentlemen, will' you walk? Marwood ? honourable.

Mrs. Mar. I'll follow you, madam, before Fain. Hum! faith, and that's well thought sir Wilful is ready.

on. Marriage is honourable, as you say; and [E.reuni Lady Wishful, Petulant if so, wherefore should cuckoldom be a disand Witwould.

credit, being derived from so honourable a root? Fain. Why then Foible's a procuress; an Mrs. Mar. Nay, I know not; if the root be errant, rank, match-making procuress. And 1 bonourable, why not the branches? it seems am a husband, a rank husband; and Fain. So, so, why this point's clear-well, my wife a very errant, rank wise, all in the how do we proceed? way of the world. 'Sdeath! to be out-witted, Mrs. Mar. I will contrive a letter which out-jilled, out-matrimony'd-and be out-stripp'd shall be deliver'd to my lady at the time when bs my wife; 'tis scurvý wedlock.

that rascal who is to act sir Rowland is with Mrs. Mar. Then shake it off: you have often her. It shall come as from an unknown band wish'd for an opportunity to part; and now - for the less I appear to know of the truth, you have it. But first prevent their plot-the the better I can play the incendiary: Besides, balf of Millamant's fortune is too considerable ! would not have Foible provoked' if I could to be parted with, to a foc, to Mirabell. help ai, because you know she knows some

Fain. Ay, that had been mine, had you not passages--nay, I expect all will come outmade tbat fond discovery; that had been for- but let the mine be sprung first, and then I Sited, had they been married. My wife had care not if I am discover'd. dued lustre to my dishonour by that increase Fain. If the worst come to the worst, I'll of fortune. I could have worn 'em tipt with turn my wife to grass: I have already a deed gold, though my forehead had been furnish'd of settlement of ihe best part of her eslate, like a deputy-lieutenant's hall.

which I wheedled out of her; and that you Mrs. War. They may prove a cap of main- shall partake at least. lenance to you still, if you can away with Mrs. Mar. I hope you are convinced that Vour wife. And she's no worse than when I hale Mirabell now; you'll be no ve had her-I dare swear she had given up jealous. ber eine before she was married.

Fain. Jealous! no, by this kiss, let husbands fain. Ham! that may be.

be jealous; but let the lover still believe: or Mrs. Mar. You married her to keep you; if he doubt, let it be only to endear his pleasure, and if you can contrive to have her keep you and prepare the joy that follows, when he Letter ihan you expected, why should you proves his mistress true. But let husbands' bot keep her longer than you intended ? doubts convert to endless jealousy; or if they Fain. The means, the means.

have belief, let it corrupt to superstition, and Mrs. Mar. Discover to my lady your wife's blind credulity; I am single, and will herd condurt; threaten to part with her. My lady no more with 'em. True, I wear the badge, Igres ber, and will come to any composition but I'll disown the order. And since I to save her reputation. Take the opportunity take my leave of 'em, I care not if I leave of breaking it, just upon the discovery of this 'em

motto to their imposture. My lady will be enraged beyond crest. bods, and sacrifice niece and fortune,' andi All husbands must, or pain, or shame af, at that conjuncture. And let me alone to

endure; Keep ber warm; if she should flag in her part, The wise too jealous are, fools loo secure. I will not fail to prompt ber.





common art


Mrs. Mill. Ay, if you please, Foible, send Scene ).- The same.

him away, or send him hither, just as you

will, dear Foible. I think I'll see him: shall Enter LADY VVISHFORT and FoielE.

I ? ay, let the wretch comem Lady yi Is sir Rowland coming, say'st Thyrsis a youth of the inspired train. thou, Foible? and are things in order?

[Repeating Foi. Yes, madam. I have put wax-lights - Dear Fainall, entertain sir Wilfull

; tbou in the sconces, and placed the footmen in a hast philosophy to undergo a fool; row in the hall, in their best liveries, with married and hast patience; I would conser the coachman and postilion to fill up the with my own thoughts. equipage.

Mrs. F. I am obliged to you, that you would Lady W. llave you pulvilld the coachman make me your proxy in this affair; but I have and postilion, that they may not stink of the business of my own. stable, when sir Rowland comes by ? Foi. Yes, madam.

Enler SiR WILFULL. Lady It: And are the dancers and the Mrs. F. () sir Wilfull, you are come al music ready, that he may be entertain'd in all the critical instant. There's your mistress up points with correspondence to his passion ? to the cars in love and contemplation; pursue Foi. All is ready, madam.

your point, now or never. Lady II. And-well--aud how do I look, Sir W. Yes, my aunt will have it so: 1 Foible?

would gladly bave been encouraged with a Foi. Most killing well, madam.

bottle or two, because I'm somewha! wary at Lady W: Well, and how shall I receive first, before I am acquainted;- but I bope, him? in what ligure shall I give his heart the alter a time, I shall break my mind-ibal is first impression? There is a great deal in the upon further acquaintance. [This while Mil

. first impression. Shall I sit? No, I wou't lamant walks about repeating to hersell

] sit—I'll walk-ay, I'll walk from the door So for the present, cousin, I'll take my leave. upon his entrance; and tben turn full upon If so be you'll be so kind to make my excuse, tim-no, that will be too sudden. I'll lie-ay, I'll return to my company: I'll lie down-I'll receive him in


lilile Mrs. F. O fie, sir Wilfull! what, you must dressing-room. There's a couch-yes, yes, I'll not be daunted. give the first impression on a couch-I won't Sir W. Daunted, no, that's not it, it is not lie neither, but loll and lean upon one elbow, so much for that; for if so be that I set on'', with one foot a little dangling off

, jogging in I'll do't. But only for the present, 'tis susia thoughtsul way; yes, and then as soon as cient till further acquaintance, that's all-your he appears, start, ay, start and be surprised, servant. and rise to meet him in a pretty disorder-- Mrs. F. Nay, I'll swear you shall never lose yes-0, nothing is more alluring than a levee so favourable an opportunity, if I can help it. from a couch in some confusion-It shows the I leave you together, and lock the door. foot to advantage, and furnishes with blushes, [Errunt Mrs. Fainall and Foible. and re-composing airs beyond comparison. Sir W. Nay, nay, cousin, I have forgot my Hark! there's a coach.

gloves. What d'ye do? 'Sheart, a'has lock'u Foi. 'Tis he, madam.

the door indeed, I think; nay, cousin Faiyall, Lady W. O dear, bas my nephew, made open the door; pshaw, what'a vixen trick is his addresses to Millamaut? I order'd him. this!-Nay, now a'has seen

Foi. Sir Wilfull is set in to drinking, madam, I made bold to pass through as it were-1 in the parlour.

think this door's enchanted. Lady W. Odds my life, I'll send him to her. Mrs. Mill. [Repeating ] Call her down, Foible; bring her hither. I'll I pr’ythee spare me, gentle boy; send him as I go-when they are together, Press me no more for that slight tos. then come to me, Foible, thai I may not be Sir W. Anan? cousin, your servant. too long alone with sir Rowland. [E.cit. Mrs. Mill. That foolish irifle of a beart

Sir Willull! Enter MRS. MILLAMANT and Mrs. FAINALL.

Sir W. Yes - your servant,

No offence Foi. Madam, I staid here, lo tell your lady- bope, cousin? ship that Mr. Mirabell has waited this ball Mrs. Mill. [Repeating) hour for an opportunity to talk with you. I swear it will not do its part, Though my lady's orders were to leave you Though thou dost thine, ‘employ'st 25 and sir Wilfull together. Shall I tell Mr.

power and art. Mirabell that you are at leisure?

--Natural, easy Suckling! Mrs. Mill. No-what would the dear man Sir W. Anan? Suckling? No such sacklis: bave?. I am thoughtful, aud would amuse neitber, cousin, nor stripling: I thank besvmyself. Bid him come another time.

I'm no minor.
There never yet was woman made, Mrs. Mill. Ah rustic, ruder than Gothic
Nor sball, but to be curs'd.

Sir W. Well, well, I shall understand to [Repeating and walking about. lingo one of these days, cousin; in the me That's hard!

while, I must answer in plain English. Mrs. F. You are very fond of sir John Mrs. Mill. Have you any business with Suckling to-day, Millamant, and the poets.

sir Wilfull? Mrs. Mill. He? ay, and filthy verses, so Sir W. Not at present, cousin. Yes, I m

Foi. Sir Wilfull is coming, madam. Shall bold to see, to come and kuow if ubat b I send Mr. Mirabell away?

iyou were disposed to fetch a walk this eregie

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