ACT III
Scene XI.
 

MRS. MILLAMANT, MRS. MARWOOD.

MILLAMANT
The town has found it? What has it found? That Mirabell loves me is no more a secret than it is a secret that you discovered it to my aunt, or than the reason why you discovered it is a secret.

MRS. MARWOOD
You are nettled.

MILLAMANT
You're mistaken. Ridiculous!

MRS. MARWOOD
Indeed, my dear, you'll tear another fan, if you don't mitigate those violent airs.

MILLAMANT
O silly! Ha, ha, ha! I could laugh immoderately. Poor Mirabell! His constancy to me has quite destroyed his complaisance for all the world beside. I swear I never enjoined it him to be so coy. If I had the vanity to think he would obey me, I would command him to show more gallantry: 'tis hardly well-bred to be so particular on one hand and so insensible on the other. But I despair to prevail, and so let him follow his own way. Ha, ha, ha! Pardon me, dear creature, I must laugh; ha, ha, ha! Though I grant you 'tis a little barbarous; ha, ha, ha!

MRS. MARWOOD
What pity 'tis so much fine raillery, and delivered with so significant gesture, should be so unhappily directed to miscarry.

MILLAMANT
Heh? Dear creature, I ask your pardon. I swear I did not mind you.

MRS. MARWOOD
Mr. Mirabell and you both may think it a thing impossible, when I shall tell him by telling you -

MILLAMANT
Oh dear, what? For it is the same thing, if I hear it. Ha, ha, ha!

MRS. MARWOOD
That I detest him, hate him, madam.

MILLAMANT
O madam, why, so do I And yet the creature loves me, ha, ha, ha! How can one forbear laughing to think of it? I am a sibyl if I am not amazed to think what he can see in me. I'll take my death, I think you are handsomer, and within a year or two as young. If you could but stay for me, I should overtake you--but that cannot be. Well, that thought makes me melancholic.--Now I'll be sad.

MRS. MARWOOD
Your merry note may be changed sooner than you think.

MILLAMANT
D'ye say so? Then I'm resolved I'll have a song to keep up my spirits.