Mrs. Mar. Faith by marrying; if I could but find one that loved me very well, and would be thoroughly sensible of ill usage, I think I should do myself the violence of undergoing the ceremony.
Mrs. Fain. You would not make him a cuckold?
Mrs. Mar. No; but Id make him believe I did, and thats as bad.
Mrs. Fain. Why had not you as good do it?
Mrs. Mar. O if he should ever discover it, he would then know the worst, and be out of his pain; but I would have him ever to continue upon the rack of fear and jealousie.
Mrs. Fain. Ingenious mischief! Would thou wert married to Mirabell.
Mrs. Mar. Would I were.
Mrs. Fain. You change colour.
Mrs. Mar. Because I hate him.
Mrs. Fain. So do I; but I can hear him named. But what reason have you to hate him in particular?
Mrs. Mar. I never loved him; he is, and always was, insufferably proud.
Mrs. Fain. By the reason you give for your aversion, one would think it dissembled: for you have laid a fault to his charge of which his enemies must acquit him.
Mrs. Mar. O then it seems you are one of his favourable enemies. Methinks you look a little pale, and now you flush again.
Mrs. Fain. Do I? I think I am a little sick o the sudden.
Mrs. Mar. What ails you?
Mrs. Fain. My husband. Dont you see him? He turned short upon me unawares, and has almost overcome me.
[To them] Fainall and Mirabell.
Mrs. Mar. Ha, ha, ha; he comes opportunely for you.
Mrs. Fain. For you, for he has brought Mirabell with him.
Fain. My dear.
Mrs. Fain. My soul.
Fain. You dont look well to-day, child.
Mrs. Fain. Dye think so?
Mirc. He is the only man that does, madam.
Mrs. Fain. The only man that would tell me so at least; and the only man from whom I could hear it without mortification.
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