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Witwoud Monologue from The Way of the World

From The Way of the World by William Congreve

male · sarcastic · 1:26 min

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’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?) 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.) Faith, my dear, I can’t tell; she’s a woman and a kind of a humorist.

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30s · anticipation · jealousy · power · identity · betrayal

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