MRS. MILLAMANT, MRS. FAINALL, FOIBLE.
Madam, I stayed here to tell your ladyship that Mr. Mirabell
has waited this half hour for an opportunity to talk with you;
though my lady's orders were to leave you and Sir Wilfull together.
Shall I tell Mr. Mirabell that you are at leisure?
No. What would the dear man have? I am thoughtful and
would amuse myself; bid him come another time.
There never yet was woman made,
Nor shall, but to be cursed. [Repeating and walking about.]
You are very fond of Sir John Suckling to-day,
Millamant, and the poets.
He? Ay, and filthy verses. So I am.
Sir Wilfull is coming, madam. Shall I send Mr. Mirabell
Ay, if you please, Foible, send him away, or send him
hither, just as you will, dear Foible. I think I'll see him. Shall
I? Ay, let the wretch come.
Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train. [Repeating]
Dear Fainall, entertain Sir Wilfull:- thou hast philosophy to
undergo a fool; thou art married and hast patience. I would confer
with my own thoughts.
I am obliged to you that you would make me your proxy in
this affair, but I have business of my own.