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the way of the world-第4部分
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are trulls whom he allows coach…hire; and something more by the
week; to call on him once a day at public places。
MIRA。 How!
WIT。 You shall see he won't go to 'em because there's no more
company here to take notice of him。 Why; this is nothing to what he
used to do:… before he found out this way; I have known him call for
himself …
FAIN。 Call for himself? What dost thou mean?
WIT。 Mean? Why he would slip you out of this chocolate…house; just
when you had been talking to him。 As soon as your back was turned
whip he was gone; then trip to his lodging; clap on a hood and scarf
and a mask; slap into a hackney…coach; and drive hither to the door
again in a trice; where he would send in for himself; that I mean;
call for himself; wait for himself; nay; and what's more; not
finding himself; sometimes leave a letter for himself。
MIRA。 I confess this is something extraordinary。 I believe he
waits for himself now; he is so long a coming; oh; I ask his pardon。
SCENE IX。
PETULANT; MIRABELL; FAINALL; WITWOUD; BETTY。
BET。 Sir; the coach stays。
PET。 Well; well; I come。 'Sbud; a man had as good be a professed
midwife as a professed whoremaster; at this rate; to be knocked up
and raised at all hours; and in all places。 Pox on 'em; I won't
come。 D'ye hear; tell 'em I won't come。 Let 'em snivel and cry
their hearts out。
FAIN。 You are very cruel; Petulant。
PET。 All's one; let it pass。 I have a humour to be cruel。
MIRA。 I hope they are not persons of condition that you use at this
rate。
PET。 Condition? Condition's a dried fig; if I am not in humour。
By this hand; if they were youraayour what…d'ee…call…'ems
themselves; they must wait or rub off; if I want appetite。
MIRA。 What…d'ee…call…'ems! What are they; Witwoud?
WIT。 Empresses; my dear。 By your what…d'ee…call…'ems he means
Sultana Queens。
PET。 Ay; Roxolanas。
MIRA。 Cry you mercy。
FAIN。 Witwoud says they are …
PET。 What does he say th'are?
WIT。 I? Fine ladies; I say。
PET。 Pass on; Witwoud。 Harkee; by this light; his relationstwo
co…heiresses his cousins; and an old aunt; who loves cater…wauling
better than a conventicle。
WIT。 Ha; ha; ha! I had a mind to see how the rogue would come off。
Ha; ha; ha! Gad; I can't be angry with him; if he had said they
were my mother and my sisters。
MIRA。 No?
WIT。 No; the rogue's wit and readiness of invention charm me; dear
Petulant。
BET。 They are gone; sir; in great anger。
PET。 Enough; let 'em trundle。 Anger helps complexion; saves paint。
FAIN。 This continence is all dissembled; this is in order to have
something to brag of the next time he makes court to Millamant; and
swear he has abandoned the whole sex for her sake。
MIRA。 Have you not left off your impudent pretensions there yet? I
shall cut your throat; sometime or other; Petulant; about that
business。
PET。 Ay; ay; let that pass。 There are other throats to be cut。
MIRA。 Meaning mine; sir?
PET。 Not II mean nobodyI know nothing。 But there are uncles
and nephews in the worldand they may be rivals。 What then? All's
one for that。
MIRA。 How? Harkee; Petulant; come hither。 Explain; or I shall
call your interpreter。
PET。 Explain? I know nothing。 Why; you have an uncle; have you
not; lately come to town; and lodges by my Lady Wishfort's?
MIRA。 True。
PET。 Why; that's enough。 You and he are not friends; and if he
should marry and have a child; yon may be disinherited; ha!
MIRA。 Where hast thou stumbled upon all this truth?
PET。 All's one for that; why; then; say I know something。
MIRA。 Come; thou art an honest fellow; Petulant; and shalt make
love to my mistress; thou shalt; faith。 What hast thou heard of my
uncle?
PET。 I? Nothing; I。 If throats are to be cut; let swords clash。
Snug's the word; I shrug and am silent。
MIRA。 Oh; raillery; raillery! Come; I know thou art in the women's
secrets。 What; you're a cabalist; I know you stayed at Millamant's
last night after I went。 Was there any mention made of my uncle or
me? Tell me; if thou hadst but good nature equal to thy wit;
Petulant; Tony Witwoud; who is now thy competitor in fame; would
show as dim by thee as a dead whiting's eye by a pearl of orient; he
would no more be seen by thee than Mercury is by the sun: come; I'm
sure thou wo't tell me。
PET。 If I do; will you grant me common sense; then; for the future?
MIRA。 Faith; I'll do what I can for thee; and I'll pray that heav'n
may grant it thee in the meantime。
PET。 Well; harkee。
FAIN。 Petulant and you both will find Mirabell as warm a rival as a
lover。
WIT。 Pshaw; pshaw; that she laughs at Petulant is plain。 And for
my part; but that it is almost a fashion to admire her; I should
harkeeto tell you a secret; but let it go no further between
friends; I shall never break my heart for her。
FAIN。 How?
WIT。 She's handsome; but she's a sort of an uncertain woman。
FAIN。 I thought you had died for her。
WIT。 Umhno …
FAIN。 She has wit。
WIT。 'Tis what she will hardly allow anybody else。 Now; demme; I
should hate that; if she were as handsome as Cleopatra。 Mirabell is
not so sure of her as he thinks for。
FAIN。 Why do you think so?
WIT。 We stayed pretty late there last night; and heard something of
an uncle to Mirabell; who is lately come to town; and is between him
and the best part of his estate。 Mirabell and he are at some
distance; as my Lady Wishfort has been told; and you know she hates
Mirabell worse than a quaker hates a parrot; or than a fishmonger
hates a hard frost。 Whether this uncle has seen Mrs。 Millamant or
not; I cannot say; but there were items of such a treaty being in
embryo; and if it should come to life; poor Mirabell would be in
some sort unfortunately fobbed; i'faith。
FAIN。 'Tis impossible Millamant should hearken to it。
WIT。 Faith; my dear; I can't tell; she's a woman and a kind of a
humorist。
MIRA。 And this is the sum of what you could collect last night?
PET。 The quintessence。 Maybe Witwoud knows more; he stayed longer。
Besides; they never mind him; they say anything before him。
MIRA。 I thought you had been the greatest favourite。
PET。 Ay; tete…e…tete; but not in public; because I make remarks。
MIRA。 You do?
PET。 Ay; ay; pox; I'm malicious; man。 Now he's soft; you know;
they are not in awe of him。 The fellow's well bred; he's what you
call awhat d'ye…call…'ema fine gentleman; but he's silly withal。
MIRA。 I thank you; I know as much as my curiosity requires。
Fainall; are you for the Mall?
FAIN。 Ay; I'll take a turn before dinner。
WIT。 Ay; we'll all walk in the park; the ladies talked of being
there。
MIRA。 I thought you were obliged to watch for your brother Sir
Wilfull's arrival。
WIT。 No; no; he comes to his aunt's; my Lady Wishfort; pox on him;
I shall be troubled with him too; what shall I do with the fool?
PET。 Beg him for his estate; that I may beg you afterwards; and so
have but one trouble with you both。
WIT。 O rare Petulant; thou art as quick as fire in a frosty
morning; thou shalt to the Mall with us; and we'll be very severe。
PET。 Enough; I'm in a humour to be severe。
MIRA。 Are you? Pray then walk by yourselves。 Let not us be
accessory to your putting the ladies out of countenance with your
senseless ribaldry; which you roar out aloud as often as they pass
by you; and when you have made a handsome woman blush; then you
think you have been severe。
PET。 What; what? Then let 'em either show their innocence by not
understanding what they hear; or else show their discretion by not
hearing what they would not be thought to understand。
MIRA。 But hast not thou then sense enough to know that thou
ought'st to be most ashamed thyself when thou hast put another out
of countenance?
PET。 Not I; by this hand: I always take blushing either for a sign
of guilt or ill…breeding。
MIRA。 I confess you ought to think so。 You are in the right; that
you may plead the error of your judgment in defence of your
practice。
Where modesty's ill manners; 'tis but fit
That impudence and malice pass for wit。
ACT II。SCENE I。
St。 James's Park。
MRS。 FAINALL and MRS。 MARWOOD。
MRS。 FAIN。 Ay; ay; dear Marwood; if we will be happy; we must find
the means in ourselves; and among ourselves。 Men are ever in
extremes; either doting or averse。 While they are lovers; if they
have fire and sense; their jealousies are insupportable: and when
they cease to love (we ought to think at least) they loathe; they
look upon us with horror and distaste; they meet us like the ghosts
of what we were; and as from such; fly from us。
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