MARWOOD. Because I hate him.

MRS. FAINALL. So do I; but I can hear him nam'd. But what Reason have you to hate him in particular?

MRS. MARWOOD. I never lov'd him; he is, and always was insufferably proud.

MRS. FAINALL. By the Reason you give for your Aversion, one wou'd think it dissembl'd; for you have laid a Fault to his Charge, of which his Enemies must acquit him.

MRS. MARWOOD. O then it seems you are one of his favourable Enemies. Methinks you look a little pale, and now you flush again.

MRS. FAINALL. Do I? I think I am a little sick o' the suddain.

MRS. MARWOOD. What ails you?

MRS. FAINALL. My Husband. Don't you see him? He turn'd short upon me unawares, and has almost overcome me.

 

Enter Fainall and Mirabell.

 

MRS. MARWOOD. Ha, ha, ha; he comes opportunely for you.

MRS. FAINALL. For you, for he has brought Mirabell with him.

FAINALL. My Dear.

MRS. FAINALL. My Soul.

FAINALL. You don't look well to Day, Child.

MRS. FAINALL. Dee think so?

MIRABELL. He is the only Man that do's, Madam.

MRS.