Scene II.

The Way of the World

by William Congreve

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.]

That's hard!

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.