MARWOOD. Impossible. Truth and you are inconsistent –– I hate you, and shall for ever.

FAINALL. For loving you?

MRS. MARWOOD. I loath the name of Love after such usage; and next to the Guilt with which you wou'd asperse me, I scorn you most. Farewell.

FAINALL. Nay, we must not part thus.

MRS. MARWOOD. Let me go.

FAINALL. Come, I'm sorry.

MRS. MARWOOD. I care not –– Let me go –– Break my Hands, do –– I'd leave 'em to get loose.

FAINALL. I would not hurt you for the World. Have I no other Hold to keep you here?

MRS. MARWOOD. Well, I have deserv'd it all.

FAINALL. You know I love you.

MRS. MARWOOD. Poor dissembling! – O that –– Well, it is not yet –

FAINALL. What? what is it not? What is it not yet? It is not yet too late –

MRS. MARWOOD. No, it is not yet too late – I have that Comfort.

FAINALL. It is to love another.

MRS. MARWOOD. But not to loath, detest, abhor Mankind, my self and the whole treacherous World.

FAINALL. Nay, this is Extravagance –– Come I ask your Pardon –– No Tears –– I was to blame, I cou'd not love you and be easie in my Doubts –– Pray forbear –– I believe you; I'm convinc'd I've done you wrong; and any way, every way will make amends; – I'll hate my Wife yet more, Dam her, I'll part with her, rob her of all she's worth, and we'll retire somewhere, any where to another World. I'll marry thee –– Be pacify'd –– 'Sdeath they come, hide your Face, your Tears – You have a Mask, wear it a Moment. This way, this way, be persuaded.

 

Exeunt.

 

Enter Mirabell and Mrs. Fainall.

 

MRS.