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Sy those I allow.—These Provisoes admitted, in other

things I may prove a tractable and complying Husband.
MILLA. O horrid Proviso'si Filthy strong Waters! I toast Fellows,

Odious Men! I hate your odious Proviso's.
MIRA. Then we're agreed. Shall I kiss your Hand upon the

Contract? and here comes one to be a Witness to the Sealing

of the Deed.

SCENE III

(To them) MRS. FAINALL

MILLA. Fainall, what shall I do? Shall I have him? I think I
must have him.

MRS. FAIN. Ay, ay, take him, take him, what shou'd you do?

MILLA. Well then—I'll take my Death I'm in a horrid Fright—
Fainall, I shall never say it—Well—I think—I'll endure you.

MRS. FAIN. Fy, fy, have him, have him, and tell him so in plain
Terms: For I am sure you have a Mind to him.

MILLA. Are you? I think I have—and the horrid Man looks as
if he thought so too—Well, you ridiculous thing you, I'll have
you—I won't be kiss'd, nor I won't be thank'd—Here kiss my
Hand tho'—So, hold your Tongue now, don't say a Word.

MRS. FAIN. Mirabell, there's a Necessity for your Obedience,—>
You have neither time to talk nor stay. My Mother is coming;
and in my Conscience if she shou'd see you, wou'd fall into
Fits, and may be not recover, time enough to return to Sir
Rowland; who, as Foible tells me, is in a fair Way to succeed.
Therefore spare your Extacies for another Occasion, and slip
down the back Stairs, where Foible waits to consult you.

MILLA. Ay; go, go. In the mean time I suppose you have said
something to please me.

MIRA. I am all Obedience.

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