I think she do's not hate him to that degree she wou'd be thought.

FAINALL. But he, I fear, is too Insensible.

MRS. MARWOOD. It may be you are deceiv'd.

FAINALL. It may be so. I do now begin to apprehend it.

MRS. MARWOOD. What?

FAINALL. That I have been deceiv'd Madam, and you are false.

MRS. MARWOOD. That I am false! What mean you?

FAINALL. To let you know I see through all your little Arts – Come, you both love him; and both have equally dissembl'd your Aversion. Your mutual Jealousies of one another, have made you clash till you have both struck Fire. I have seen the warm Confession red'ning on your Cheeks, and sparkling from your Eyes.

MRS. MARWOOD. You do me wrong.

FAINALL. I do not –– 'Twas for my ease to oversee and wilfully neglect the gross advances made him by my Wife; that by permitting her to be engag'd, I might continue unsuspected in my Pleasures; and take you oftner to my Arms in full Security. But cou'd you think because the nodding Husband would not wake, that e'er the watchful Lover slept!

MRS. MARWOOD. And wherewithal can you reproach me?

FAINALL. With Infidelity, with loving of another, with love of Mirabell.

MRS. MARWOOD. 'Tis false. I challenge you to shew an Instance that can confirm your groundless Accusation. I hate him.

FAINALL. And wherefore do you hate him? He is Insensible, and your Resentment follows his Neglect. An Instance? The Injuries you have done him are a proof: Your interposing in his Love. What cause had you to make Discoveries of his pretended Passion? To undeceive the credulous Aunt, and be the officious Obstacle of his Match with Millamant?

MRS. MARWOOD. My Obligations to my Lady urg'd me: I had profess'd a Friendship to her; and could not see her easie Nature so abus'd by that Dissembler.

FAINALL.