Mirabell Monologue from The Way of the World

From The Way of the World by William Congreve

male · sarcastic · 48 sec

An old woman’s appetite is depraved like that of a girl. ’Tis the green-sickness of a second childhood, and, like the faint offer of a latter spring, serves but to usher in the fall, and withers in an affected bloom. (MRS. FAIN: Here’s your mistress.) Here she comes, i’faith, full sail, with her fan spread and streamers out, and a shoal of fools for tenders.—Ha, no, I cry her mercy. (MRS. FAIN: I see but one poor empty sculler, and he tows her woman after him.) You seem to be unattended, madam. You used to have the beau monde throng after you, and a flock of gay fine perukes hovering round you.

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