Scene IX.

The Way of the World

by William Congreve

MIRABELL, WAITWELL.

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 man again.

Ay, there's my grief; that's the sad change of life: To lose my
title, and yet keep my wife.