Scene XIX.

Love for Love

by William Congreve

[To them] JEREMY.

ANGELICA
Oh, here's a reasonable creature--sure he will not
have the impudence to persevere. Come, Jeremy, acknowledge your
trick, and confess your master's madness counterfeit.

JEREMY
Counterfeit, madam! I'll maintain him to be as
absolutely and substantially mad as any freeholder in Bethlehem; nay,
he's as mad as any projector, fanatic, chymist, lover, or poet in
Europe.

VALENTINE
Sirrah, you be; I am not mad.

ANGELICA
Ha, ha, ha! you see he denies it.

JEREMY
O Lord, madam, did you ever know any madman mad
enough to own it?

VALENTINE
Sot, can't you apprehend?

ANGELICA
Why, he talked very sensibly just now.

JEREMY
Yes, madam; he has intervals. But you see he begins
to look wild again now.

VALENTINE
Why, you thick-skulled rascal, I tell you the
farce is done, and I will be mad no longer. [Beats him.]

ANGELICA
Ha, ha, ha! is he mad or no, Jeremy?

JEREMY
Partly, I think,--for he does not know his own mind
two hours. I'm sure I left him just now in the humour to be mad, and
I think I have not found him very quiet at this present. Who's
there? [One knocks.]

VALENTINE
Go see, you sot.--I'm very glad that I can move
your mirth though not your compassion.

ANGELICA
I did not think you had apprehension enough to be
exceptions. But madmen show themselves most by over-pretending to a
sound understanding, as drunken men do by over-acting sobriety. I
was half inclining to believe you, till I accidently touched upon
your tender part: but now you have restored me to my former opinion
and compassion.

JEREMY
Sir, your father has sent to know if you are any
better yet. Will you please to be mad, sir, or how?

VALENTINE
Stupidity! You know the penalty of all I'm worth
must pay for the confession of my senses; I'm mad, and will be mad to
everybody but this lady.

JEREMY
So--just the very backside of truth,--but lying is a
figure in speech that interlards the greatest part of my
conversation. Madam, your ladyship's woman.