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you as a mortification: for, sure, to please a fool is some degree of folly. Mrs. Millamant I please myself: besides, sometimes to converse with fools is for my health. Mirabell Your health! Is there a worse disease than the conversation of fools? Mrs. Millamant Yes, the vapours; fools are physic for it, next to asafoetida. Mirabell You are not in a course of fools?30 Mrs. Millamant Mirabell, if you persist in this offensive freedom you’ll displease me. I think I must resolve after all not to have you; we shan’t agree. Mirabell Not in our physic, it may be. Mrs. Millamant And yet our distemper in all likelihood will be the same; for we shall be sick of one another. I shan’t endure to be reprimanded nor instructed; ’tis so dull to act always by advice, and so tedious to be told of one’s faults⁠—I can’t bear it. Well, I won’t have you, Mirabell⁠—I’m resolved⁠—I think⁠—you may go⁠—ha, ha, ha! What would you give that you could help loving me? Mirabell I would give something that you did not know I could not help it. Mrs. Millamant Come, don’t look grave then. Well, what do you say to me? Mirabell I say that a man may as soon make a friend by his wit, or a fortune by his honesty, as win a woman with plain-dealing and sincerity. Mrs. Millamant Sententious Mirabell!⁠—Prithee don’t look with that violent and inflexible wise face, like Solomon at the dividing of the child in an old tapestry hanging!31 Mirabell You are merry, madam, but I would persuade you for a moment to be serious. Mrs. Millamant What, with that face? No, if you keep your countenance, ’tis impossible I should hold mine. Well, after all, there is something very moving in a lovesick face. Ha, ha, ha! Well I won’t laugh; don’t be peevish. Heigho! Now I’ll be melancholy, as melancholy as a watch-light. Well, Mirabell, if ever you will win me, woo me now.⁠—Nay, if you are so tedious, fare you well⁠—I see they are walking away. Mirabell Can you not find in the variety of your disposition one moment⁠— Mrs. Millamant To hear you tell me Foible’s married, and your plot like to speed⁠—no. Mirabell But how you came to know it? Mrs. Millamant Without the help of the devil, you can’t imagine; unless she should tell me herself. Which of the two it may have been, I will leave you to consider; and when you have done thinking of that, think of me. Exit. Mirabell I have something more.⁠—Gone!⁠—Think of you? To think of a whirlwind, though ’twere in a whirlwind, were a case of more steady contemplation, a very tranquillity of mind and mansion. A fellow that lives in a windmill has not a more whimsical dwelling than the heart of a man that is lodged in a woman. There is no point of the compass to which they cannot turn, and by which they are not turned, and by one as well as another; for motion, not method, is their occupation. To know this, and yet continue to be in love, is to be made wise from the dictates of reason, and yet persevere to play the fool by the force of instinct.⁠—Oh, here come my pair of turtles. What, billing so sweetly? Is not Valentine’s day over with you yet? To him Waitwell and Foible. Mirabell Sirrah, Waitwell, why, sure, you think you were married for your own recreation and not for my conveniency. Waitwell 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 directions as readily as my instructions, sir, your affairs are in a prosperous way. Mirabell Give you joy, Mrs. Foible. Foible Oh ’las, sir, I’m so ashamed.⁠—I’m afraid my lady has been in a thousand inquietudes for me. But I protest, sir, I made as much haste as I could. Waitwell That she did indeed, sir. It was my fault that she did not make more. Mirabell That I believe. Foible 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 enamoured of her beauty, that he burns with impatience to lie at her ladyship’s feet and worship the original. Mirabell Excellent Foible! Matrimony has made you eloquent in love. Waitwell I think she has profited, sir. I think so. Foible You have seen Madam Millamant, sir? Mirabell Yes. Foible I told her, sir, because I did not know that you might find an opportunity; she had so much company last night. Mirabell Your diligence will merit more. In the meantime⁠—Gives money. Foible O dear sir, your humble servant! Waitwell Spouse⁠— Mirabell Stand off, sir, not a penny. Go on and prosper, Foible. The lease shall be made good and the farm stocked, if we succeed. Foible I don’t question your generosity, sir, and you need not doubt of success. If you have no more commands, sir, I’ll be gone; I’m sure my lady is at her toilet, and can’t dress till I come. Oh dear, I’m sure that Looking out. was Mrs. Marwood that went by in a mask; if she has seen me with you I’m sure she’ll tell my lady. I’ll make haste home and prevent her. Your servant, Sir.⁠—B’w’y,32 Waitwell. Exit. Waitwell Sir Rowland, if you please. The jade’s so pert upon her preferment she forgets herself. Mirabell Come, sir, will you endeavour to forget yourself⁠—and transform into Sir Rowland? Waitwell 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 how to recover my acquaintance and familiarity with my former self, and fall from my transformation to a reformation into Waitwell. Nay, I shan’t be quite the same Waitwell neither⁠—for now I remember me, I’m married, and can’t be my own
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