cury is by the sun. Come, I'm sure thou wo't tell me.
PET. If I do, will you grant me common sense then, for the future?
|MIRA. Faith, I'll do what I can for thee;||500|
PET. Well, hark'ee.
[They converse in dumb-show.]
FAIN. Petulant and you both will find Mirabell
|as warm a rival as a lover.||505|
WIT. Pshaw, pshaw, that she laughs at Petulant is plain. And for my part -- but that it is almost a fashion to admire her, I should -- hark'ee -- to tell you a secret, but let it go no further -- between
|friends, I shall never break my heart for her.||510|
WIT. She's handsome; but she's a sort of an uncertain woman.
FAIN. I thought you had died for her.
|WIT. Umh -- no -----||515|
FAIN. She has wit.
WIT. 'Tis what she will hardly allow anybody else. Now, demme, I should hate that, if she were as handsome as Cleopatra. Mirabell is not so sure
|of her as he thinks for.||520|
FAIN. Why do you think so?
WIT. We stayed pretty late there last night, and heard something of an uncle to Mirabell, who is lately come to town, -- and is between him and the
|best part of his estate. Mirabell and he are||525|
|Millamant or not, I cannot say; but there were||530|
FAIN. 'Tis impossible Millamant should hearken
WIT. Faith, my dear, I can't tell; she's a woman and a kind of a humorist.
MIRA. [conversing apart with PETULANT]. And this is the sum of what you could collect last night.
|PET. The quintessence. Maybe Witwoud||540|
MIRA. I thought you had been the greatest favorite.
|PET. Ay, tête-à-tête; but not in public, be||545|
MIRA. Do you?
PET. Ay, ay; pox, I'm malicious, man. Now, he's soft, you know; they are not in awe of him. The
|fellow's well bred, he's what you call a --||550|
MIRA. I thank you, I know as much as my curiosity requires. -- Fainall, are you for the Mall?2
|FAIN. Ay, I'll take a turn before dinner.||555|
WIT. Ay, we'll all walk in the Park, the ladies talked of being there.
MIRA. I thought you were obliged to watch for your brother Sir Wilfull's arrival.
|WIT. No, no, he comes to his aunt's, my||560|
PET. Beg him for his estate, that I may beg you afterwards, and so have but one trouble with you
WIT. O rare Petulant! thou art as quick as a fire in a frosty morning; thou shalt to the Mall with us, and we'll be very severe.
PET. Enough! I'm in a humor to be severe.
|MIRA. Are you? Pray then walk by your||570|
|blush, then you think you have been severe.||575|
PET. What, what? Then let 'em either show their innocence by not understanding what they hear, or else show their discretion by not hearing what they would not be thought to understand.
|MIRA. But hast not thou then sense enough||580|
PET. Not I, by this hand -- I always take blush
|ing either for a sign of guilt, or ill breeding.||585|
MIRA. I confess you ought to think so. You are in the right, that you may plead the error of your judgment in defence of your practice. Where modesty's ill manners, 'tis but fit
|That impudence and malice pass for wit.||590|
St. James's Park.
Enter MRS. FAINALLand MRS. MARWOOD.
MRS. FAIN. Ay, ay, dear Marwood, if we will be happy, we must find the means in ourselves, and among ourselves. Men are ever in extremes; either doting or averse. While they are lovers, if they
|have fire and sense, their jealousies are insup||5|