[To them] MRS. FAINALL.
Fainall, what shall I do? Shall I have him? I think I must
Ay, ay, take him, take him, what should you do?
Well then--I'll take my death I'm in a horrid fright--
Fainall, I shall never say it. Well--I think--I'll endure you.
Fie, fie, have him, and tell him so in plain terms: for
I am sure you have a mind to him.
Are you? I think I have; and the horrid man looks as if he
thought so too. Well, you ridiculous thing you, I'll have you. I
won't be kissed, nor I won't be thanked.--Here, kiss my hand though,
so hold your tongue now; don't say a word.
Mirabell, there's a necessity for your obedience: you
have neither time to talk nor stay. My mother is coming; and in my
conscience if she should see you, would fall into fits, and maybe
not recover time enough to return to Sir Rowland, who, as Foible
tells me, is in a fair way to succeed. Therefore spare your
ecstasies for another occasion, and slip down the back stairs, where
Foible waits to consult you.
Ay, go, go. In the meantime I suppose you have said
something to please me.
I am all obedience.