MRS. MILLAMANT, MRS. FAINALL, FOIBLE.
FOIBLE
Madam, I stayed here to tell your ladyship that Mr. Mirabell has waited this half hour for an opportunity to talk with you; though my lady's orders were to leave you and Sir Wilfull together. Shall I tell Mr. Mirabell that you are at leisure?
MILLAMANT
No. What would the dear man have? I am thoughtful and would amuse myself; bid him come another time.
There never yet was woman made, Nor shall, but to be cursed. [Repeating and walking about.]
MRS. FAINALL
You are very fond of Sir John Suckling to-day, Millamant, and the poets.
MILLAMANT
He? Ay, and filthy verses. So I am.
FOIBLE
Sir Wilfull is coming, madam. Shall I send Mr. Mirabell away?
MILLAMANT
Ay, if you please, Foible, send him away, or send him hither, just as you will, dear Foible. I think I'll see him. Shall I? Ay, let the wretch come.
Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train. [Repeating]
Dear Fainall, entertain Sir Wilfull:- thou hast philosophy to undergo a fool; thou art married and hast patience. I would confer with my own thoughts.
MRS. FAINALL
I am obliged to you that you would make me your proxy in this affair, but I have business of my own.
