LADY WISHFORT, MRS. MARWOOD.
This insolence is beyond all precedent, all parallel. Must I
be subject to this merciless villain?
'Tis severe indeed, madam, that you should smart for your
'Twas against my consent that she married this barbarian, but
she would have him, though her year was not out. Ah! her first
husband, my son Languish, would not have carried it thus. Well,
that was my choice, this is hers; she is matched now with a witness-
-I shall be mad, dear friend; is there no comfort for me? Must I
live to be confiscated at this rebel-rate? Here come two more of my
Egyptian plagues too.