MRS. MILLAMANT, MIRABELL, MINCING.
MIRA. I would beg a little private audience too. You had the tyranny to deny me last night, though you knew I came to impart a secret to you that concerned my love.
MILLA. You saw I was engaged.
MIRA. Unkind! You had the leisure to entertain a herd of fools: things who visit you from their excessive idleness, bestowing on your easiness that time which is the incumbrance of their lives. How can you find delight in such society? It is impossible they should admire you; they are not capable; or, if they were, it should be to you as a mortification: for, sure, to please a fool is some degree of folly.
MILLA. I please myself.--Besides, sometimes to converse with fools is for my health.
MIRA. Your health! Is there a worse disease than the conversation of fools?
MILLA. Yes, the vapours; fools are physic for it, next to assafoetida. MIRA. You are not in a course of fools?
MILLA. 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.
MIRA. Not in our physic, it may be.
MILLA. 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?
MIRA. I would give something that you did not know I could not helpit.
MILLA. Come, don't look grave then. Well, what do you say to me? MIRA. I say that a man may as soon make a friend by his wit, or afortune by his honesty, as win a woman with plain-dealing and sincerity.
MILLA. 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!
MIRA. You are merry, madam, but I would persuade you for a moment to be serious.
MILLA. 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.
MIRA. Can you not find in the variety of your disposition one moment-
MILLA. To hear you tell me Foible's married, and your plot like tospeed? No.
MIRA. But how you came to know it -
MILLA. 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.
