LADY WISHFORT and FOIBLE.
Is Sir Rowland coming, say'st thou, Foible? And are things
Yes, madam. I have put wax-lights in the sconces, and placed
the footmen in a row in the hall, in their best liveries, with the
coachman and postillion to fill up the equipage.
Have you pulvilled the coachman and postillion, that they may
not stink of the stable when Sir Rowland comes by?
And are the dancers and the music ready, that he may be
entertained in all points with correspondence to his passion?
All is ready, madam.
And--well--and how do I look, Foible?
Most killing well, madam.
Well, and how shall I receive him? In what figure shall I
give his heart the first impression? There is a great deal in the
first impression. Shall I sit? No, I won't sit, I'll walk,--ay,
I'll walk from the door upon his entrance, and then turn full upon
him. No, that will be too sudden. I'll lie,--ay, I'll lie down.
I'll receive him in my little dressing-room; there's a couch--yes,
yes, I'll give the first impression on a couch. I won't lie
neither, but loll and lean upon one elbow, with one foot a little
dangling off, jogging in a thoughtful way. Yes; and then as soon as
he appears, start, ay, start and be surprised, and rise to meet him
in a pretty disorder. Yes; oh, nothing is more alluring than a
levee from a couch in some confusion. It shows the foot to
advantage, and furnishes with blushes and re-composing airs beyond
comparison. Hark! There's a coach.
'Tis he, madam.
Oh dear, has my nephew made his addresses to Millamant? I
Sir Wilfull is set in to drinking, madam, in the parlour.
Ods my life, I'll send him to her. Call her down, Foible;
bring her hither. I'll send him as I go. When they are together,
then come to me, Foible, that I may not be too long alone with Sir