FAINALL. There.

MRS. MARWOOD. I join with you; what I have said, has been to try you.

MRS. FAINALL. Is it possible? Dost thou hate those Vipers Men?

MRS. MARWOOD. I have done hating 'em; and am now come to despise 'em; the next thing I have to do, is eternally to forget 'em.

MRS. FAINALL. There spoke the Spirit of an Amazon, a Penthesilea.

MRS. MARWOOD. And yet I am thinking sometimes, to carry my Aversion further.

MRS. FAINALL. How?

MRS. MARWOOD. Faith by Marrying; if I cou'd but find one that lov'd me very well, and would be throughly sensible of ill usage; I think I shou'd do my self the violence of undergoing the Ceremony.

MRS. FAINALL. You would not make him a Cuckold?

MRS. MARWOOD. No; but I'd make him believe I did, and that's as bad.

MRS. FAINALL. Why, had not you as good do it?

MRS. MARWOOD. O if he shou'd ever discover it, he wou'd then know the worst; and be out of his Pain; but I wou'd have him ever to continue upon the Rack of Fear and Jealousy.

MRS. FAINALL. Ingenious Mischief! Wou'd thou wert married to Mirabell.

MRS. MARWOOD. Wou'd I were.

MRS. FAINALL. You change Colour.

MRS.