imagine; unless she should tell me herself. Which
|of the two it may have been, I will leave you||545|
MIRA. I have something more. --. Gone! -- Think of you! To think of a whirlwind, though
|'twere in a whirlwind, were a case of more||550|
|of the compass to which they cannot turn,||555|
|and yet persevere to play the fool by the force||560|
Enter WAITWELL and FOIBLE.
Sirrah Waitwell, why sure you think you were
|married for your own recreation, and not for||565|
WAIT. Your pardon, sir. With submission, we have indeed been solacing in lawful delights; but still with an eye to business, sir. I have instructed
|her as well as I could. If she can take your||570|
MIRA. Give you joy, Mrs. Foible.
FOIB. O 'las, sir, I'm so ashamed -- I'm afraid
|my lady has been in a thousand inquietudes||575|
WAIT. That she did indeed, sir. It was my fault that she did not make more.
|MIRA. That I believe.||580|
FOIB. But I told my lady as you instructed me, sir. That I had a prospect of seeing Sir Rowland, your uncle; and that I would put her ladyship's picture in my pocket to show him; which I'll be sure to
|say has made him so enamored of her beauty,||585|
MIRA. Excellent Foible! Matrimony has made you eloquent in love.
|WAIT. I think she has profited, sir. I think||590|
FOIB. You have seen Madam Millamant, sir?
FOIB. I told her, sir, because I did not know that
|you might find an opportunity; she had so||595|
MIRA. Your diligence will merit more. In the meantime ----- (Gives money.)
FOIB. O dear sir, your humble servant.
MIRA. Stand off, sir, not a penny. -- Go on and prosper, Foible. The lease shall be made good and the farm stocked, if we succeed.
FOIB. I don't question your generosity, sir: and
|you need not doubt of success. If you have no||605|
|sure she'll tell my lady. I'll make haste home||610|
WAIT. Sir Rowland, if you please. -- The jade's so pert upon her preferment she forgets herself.
|MIRA. Come, sir, will you endeavor to for||615|
WAIT. Why, sir, it will be impossible I should remember myself -- married, knighted, and attended all in one day! 'Tis enough to make any
|man forget himself. The difficulty will be||620|
|member me, I am married, and can't be my||625|
Ay, there's the grief; that's the sad change of life; To lose my title, and yet keep my wife. Exeunt.
A room in LADY WISHFORT'S house.
LADY WISHFORT at her toilet, PEG waiting.
LADY WISH. Merciful,3 no news of Foible yet? PEG. No, madam.
LADY WISH. I have no more patience. If I have not fretted myself till I am pale again, there's no veracity in me. Fetch me the red -- the red, do 5 you hear, sweetheart? An errant ash color, as I'm a person. Look you how this wench stirs! Why dost thou not fetch me a little red? Didst thou not hear me, mopus?4
|PEG. The red ratafia does your ladyship||10|
LADY WISH. Ratafia, fool! No, fool. Not the ratafia, fool -- grant me patience! I mean the____________________