"_Millamant._ Ah! I'll never marry unless I am first made sure of my will and pleasure!... My dear liberty, shall I leave thee? my faithful solitude, my darling contemplation, must I bid you then adieu? Ay--h--adieu--my morning thoughts, agreeable wakings, indolent slumbers, all ye _douceurs ye sommeils du matin_ adieu?--I can't do it; 'tis more than impossible--positively, Mirabell, I'll lie a-bed in a morning as long as I please. _Mirabell._ Then I'll get up in a morning as early as I please. _Mill._ Ah! idle creature, get up when you will--and d'ye hear, I won't be called names after I'm married; positively I won't be called names. _Mir._ Names! _Mill._ Ay, as wife, spouse, my dear, joy, jewel, love, sweet heart, and the rest of that nauseous cant, in which men and their wives are so fulsomely familiar--I shall never bear that--good Mirabell, don't let us be familiar or fond, nor kiss before folks, like my Lady Fadler, and Sir Francis.... Let us never visit together, nor go to a play together; but let us be very strange and well-bred: let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while; and as well bred as if we were not married at all.... _Mir._ Shall I kiss your hand upon the contract?[358] _Mill._ Fainall, what shall I do? shall I have him? I think I must have him. _Fainall._ Ay, ay, take him. What should you do? _Mill._ 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. _Fain._ Fy! fy! have him, have him, and tell him so in plain terms: for I am sure you have a mind to him. _Mill._ 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 kissed, nor I won't be thanked--here kiss my hand, though.--So, hold your tongue now, don't say a word."[359]