SceneIII

2 0 00

Scene

III

The same.

Lady Wishfort, Mrs. Millamant, Sir Wilfull, Mirabell, Fainall, and Mrs. Marwood.

Fainall

Your date of deliberation, madam, is expired. Here is the instrument; are you prepared to sign?

Lady Wishfort

If I were prepared, I am not impowered. My niece exerts a lawful claim, having matched herself by my direction to Sir Wilfull.

Fainall

That sham is too gross to pass on me⁠—though ’tis imposed on you, madam.

Mrs. Millamant

Sir, I have given my consent.

Mirabell

And, sir, I have resigned my pretensions.

Sir Wilful

And, sir, I assert my right; and will maintain it in defiance of you, sir, and of your instrument. S’heart, an you talk of an instrument sir, I have an old fox by my thigh shall hack your instrument of ram vellum to shreds, sir. It shall not be sufficient for a mittimus or a tailor’s measure; therefore withdraw your instrument, sir, or, by’r Lady, I shall draw mine.

Lady Wishfort

Hold, nephew, hold!

Mrs. Millamant

Good Sir Wilfull, respite your valour.

Fainall

Indeed? Are you provided of your guard, with your single beef-eater there? But I’m prepared for you, and insist upon my first proposal. You shall submit your own estate to my management, and absolutely make over my wife’s to my sole use, as pursuant to the purport and tenor of this other covenant. I suppose, madam, your consent is not requisite in this case; nor, Mr. Mirabell, your resignation; nor, Sir Wilfull, your right. You may draw your fox if you please, sir, and make a bear-garden flourish somewhere else; for here it will not avail. This, my Lady Wishfort, must be subscribed, or your darling daughter’s turned adrift, like a leaky hulk to sink or swim, as she and the current of this lewd town can agree.

Lady Wishfort

Is there no means, no remedy, to stop my ruin? Ungrateful wretch! Dost thou not owe thy being, thy subsistance, to my daughter’s fortune?

Fainall

I’ll answer you when I have the rest of it in my possession.

Mirabell

But that you would not accept of a remedy from my hands⁠—I own I have not deserved you should owe any obligation to me; or else, perhaps, I could devise⁠—

Lady Wishfort

Oh, what? what? To save me and my child from ruin, from want, I’ll forgive all that’s past; nay, I’ll consent to anything to come, to be delivered from this tyranny.

Mirabell

Aye, madam; but that is too late, my reward is intercepted. You have disposed of her who only could have made me a compensation for all my services. But be it as it may, I am resolved I’ll serve you; you shall not be wronged in this savage manner.

Lady Wishfort

How! dear Mr. Mirabell, can you be so generous at last! But it is not possible. Harkee, I’ll break my nephew’s match; you shall have my niece yet, and all her fortune, if you can but save me from this imminent danger.

Mirabell

Will you? I take you at your word. I ask no more. I must have leave for two criminals to appear.

Lady Wishfort

Aye, aye, anybody, anybody!

Mirabell

Foible is one, and a penitent.

Enter Mrs. Fainall, Foible, and Mincing.

Mrs. Marwood

Oh, my shame! Mirabell and Lady Wishfort go to Mrs. Fainall and Foible. These corrupt things are brought hither to expose me. To Fainall.

Fainall

If it must all come out, why let ’em know it, ’tis but the way of the world. That shall not urge me to relinquish or abate one tittle of my terms; no, I will insist the more.

Foible

Yes, indeed, madam; I’ll take my bible-oath of it.

Mincing

And so will I, mem.

Lady Wishfort

O Marwood, Marwood, art thou false? My friend deceive me! Hast thou been a wicked accomplice with that profligate man?

Mrs. Marwood

Have you so much ingratitude and injustice to give credit, against your friend, to the aspersions of two such mercenary trulls?

Mincing

Mercenary, mem? I scorn your words. ’Tis true we found you and Mr. Fainall in the blue garret; by the same token, you swore us to secrecy upon Messalinas’s poems. Mercenary! No, if we would have been mercenary, we should have held our tongues; you would have bribed us sufficiently.

Fainall

Go, you are an insignificant thing!⁠—Well, what are you the better for this? Is this Mr. Mirabell’s expedient? I’ll be put off no longer.⁠—You, thing, that was a wife, shall smart for this! I will not leave thee wherewithal to hide thy shame; your body shall be naked as your reputation.

Mrs. Fainall

I despise you and defy your malice!⁠—you have aspersed me wrongfully⁠—I have proved your falsehood⁠—go, you and your treacherous⁠—I will not name it, but starve together⁠—perish!

Fainall

Not while you are worth a groat, indeed, my dear.⁠—Madam, I’ll be fooled no longer.

Lady Wishfort

Ah, Mr. Mirabell, this is small comfort, the detection of this affair.

Mirabell

Oh, in good time⁠—your leave for the other offender and penitent to appear, madam.

Enter Waitwell with a box of writings.

Lady Wishfort

O Sir Rowland!⁠—Well, rascal?

Waitwell

What your ladyship pleases. I have brought the black box at last, madam.

Mirabell

Give it me.⁠—Madam, you remember your promise.

Lady Wishfort

Aye, dear sir.

Mirabell

Where are the gentlemen?

Waitwell

At hand, sir, rubbing their eyes⁠—just risen from sleep.

Fainall

’Sdeath, what’s this to me? I’ll not wait your private concerns.

Enter Petulant and Witwoud.

Petulant

How now? What’s the matter? Whose hand’s out?

Witwoud

Heyday! What, are you all got together, like players at the end of the last act?

Mirabell

You may remember, gentlemen, I once requested your hands as witnesses to a certain parchment.

Witwoud

Aye, I do, my hand I remember⁠—Petulant set his mark.

Mirabell

You wrong him; his name is fairly written, as shall appear.⁠—You do not remember, gentlemen, anything of what that parchment contained⁠—Undoing the box.

Witwoud

No.

Petulant

Not I; I writ, I read nothing.

Mirabell

Very well, now you shall know.⁠—Madam, your promise.

Lady Wishfort

Aye, aye, sir, upon my honour.

Mirabell

Mr. Fainall, it is now time that you should know that your lady, while she was at her own disposal, and before you had by your insinuations wheedled her out of a pretended settlement of the greatest part of her fortune⁠—

Fainall

Sir! Pretended?

Mirabell

Yes, sir. I say that this lady, while a widow, having, it seems, received some cautions respecting your inconstancy and tyranny of temper, which from her own partial opinion and fondness of you she could never have suspected⁠—she did, I say, by the wholesome advice of friends, and of sages learned in the laws of this land, deliver this same as her act and deed to me in trust, and to the uses within mentioned. You may read if you please⁠—Holding out the parchment. though perhaps what is written on the back may serve your occasions.

Fainall

Very likely, sir. What’s here?⁠—Damnation! Reads. “A deed of conveyance of the whole estate real of Arabella Languish, widow, in trust to Edward Mirabell.”⁠—Confusion!

Mirabell

Even so, sir; ’tis the way of the world, sir, of the widows of the world. I suppose this deed may bear an elder date than what you have obtained from your lady.

Fainall

Perfidious fiend! Then thus I’ll be revenged. Offers to run at Mrs. Fainall.

Sir Wilful

Hold, sir; now you may make your bear-garden flourish somewhere else, sir.

Fainall

Mirabell, you shall hear of this, sir; be sure you shall.⁠—Let me pass, oaf!

Exit.

Mrs. Fainall

Madam, you seem to stifle your resentment. You had better give it vent.

Mrs. Marwood

Yes, it shall have vent⁠—and to your confusion; or I’ll perish in the attempt.

Exit.

Lady Wishfort

O daughter, daughter! ’Tis plain thou hast inherited thy mother’s prudence.

Mrs. Fainall

Thank Mr. Mirabell, a cautious friend, to whose advice all is owing.

Lady Wishfort

Well, Mr. Mirabell, you have kept your promise⁠—and I must perform mine.⁠—First, I pardon for your sake Sir Rowland there and Foible. The next thing is to break the matter to my nephew⁠—and how to do that⁠—

Mirabell

For that, madam, give yourself no trouble; let me have your consent. Sir Wilfull is my friend: he has had compassion upon lovers, and generously engaged a volunteer in this action, for our service, and now designs to prosecute his travels.

Sir Wilful

S’heart, aunt, I have no mind to marry. My cousin’s a fine lady, and the gentleman loves her and she loves him, and they deserve one another; my resolution is to see foreign parts⁠—I have set on’t⁠—and when I’m set on’t I must do’t. And if these two gentlemen would travel too, I think they may be spared.

Petulant

For my part, I say little⁠—I think things are best off or on.

Witwoud

I’gad, I understand nothing of the matter: I’m in a maze yet, like a dog in a dancing school.

Lady Wishfort

Well, sir, take her, and with her all the joy I can give you.

Mrs. Millamant

Why does not the man take me? Would you have me give myself to you over again?

Mirabell

Aye, and over and over again; Kisses her hand. I would have you as often as possibly I can. Well, Heaven grant I love you not too well, that’s all my fear.

Sir Wilful

S’heart, you’ll have time enough to toy after you’re married, or, if you will toy now, let us have a dance in the meantime; that we who are not lovers may have some other employment besides looking on.

Mirabell

With all my heart, dear Sir Wilfull. What shall we do for music?

Foible

Oh, sir, some that were provided for Sir Rowland’s entertainment are yet within call. A dance.

Lady Wishfort

As I am a person, I can hold out no longer: I have wasted my spirits so today already that I am ready to sink under the fatigue; and I cannot but have some fears upon me yet, that my son Fainall will pursue some desperate course.

Mirabell

Madam, disquiet not yourself on that account; to my knowledge his circumstances are such he must of force comply. For my part I will contribute all that in me lies to a reunion. In the meantime, madam⁠—To Mrs. Fainall. let me before these witnesses restore to you this deed of trust: it may be a means, well-managed, to make you live easily together.

From hence let those be warned, who mean to wed,

Lest mutual falsehood stain the bridal-bed:

For each deceiver to his cost may find

That marriage frauds too oft are paid in kind.

Exeunt omnes.