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Charms—Yoiir Glass is all a Cheat. The Ugly and the Old,
whom the Looking-glass mortifies, yet after Commendation
can be fiatter'd by it, and discover Beauties in it: For that
reflects our Praises, rather than your Face.

MILLA. O the Vanity of these Men! Fainall, d'ye hear him? If
they did not commend us, we were not handsome! Now you
must know they cou'd not commend one5 if one was not hand-
some. Beauty the Lover's Gift—Lord., what is a Lover, that
it can give? Why, one makes Lovers as fast as one pleases, and
they live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon as one
pleases: And then if one pleases one makes more.

WIT. Very pretty. Why, you make no more of making of Lovers,
Madam, than of making so many Card-matches.

MILLA. One no more owes ones Beauty to a Lover, than ones
Wit to an Eccho: They can but reflect what we look and say;
vain empty Things if we are silent or unseen, and want a Being.

MIRA. Yet, to those two vain empty Things, you owe two of the
greatest Pleasures of your Life.

MILLA, How so?

MIRA. To your Lover you owe the Pleasure of hearing your selves
prais'd; and to an Eccho the Pleasure of hearing your selves talk.

WIT. But I know a Lady that loves Talking so incessantly, she
won't give an Eccho fair play; and she has that everlasting
Rotation of Tongue, that an Eccho must wait 'till she dies,
before it can catch her last Words. ***~

MILLA. O Fiction; Fainall, let us leave these Men.

SCENE II

MILLAMANT, MIRABELL

MIRA. Like Daphne she, as Lovely and as Coy. Do you lock your
self up from me, to make my Search more curious? Or is this
pretty Artifice contriv'd, to signifie that here the Chace must
end, and my Pursuit be crown'd, for you can fly no further?

MILLA. Vanity! No—I'll fly and be follow'd to the last Moment,
tho' I am upon the very Verge of Matrimony, I expect you