Scene VI.

The Way of the World

by William Congreve

[To them] MRS. FAINALL.

MILLAMANT
Fainall, what shall I do? Shall I have him? I
think I must have him.

MRS. FAINALL
Ay, ay, take him, take him, what should you
do?

MILLAMANT
Well then--I'll take my death I'm in a horrid
fright-- Fainall, I shall never say it. Well--I think--I'll endure
you.

MRS. FAINALL
Fie, fie, have him, and tell him so in plain
terms: for I am sure you have a mind to him.

MILLAMANT
Are you? I think I have; and the horrid man looks
as if he thought so too. Well, you ridiculous thing you, I'll have
you. I won't be kissed, nor I won't be thanked.--Here, kiss my hand
though, so hold your tongue now; don't say a word.

MRS. FAINALL
Mirabell, there's a necessity for your
obedience: you have neither time to talk nor stay. My mother is
coming; and in my conscience if she should see you, would fall into
fits, and maybe not recover time enough to return to Sir Rowland,
who, as Foible tells me, is in a fair way to succeed. Therefore
spare your ecstasies for another occasion, and slip down the back
stairs, where Foible waits to consult you.

MILLAMANT
Ay, go, go. In the meantime I suppose you have
said something to please me.

MIRABELL
I am all obedience.