SCENE VII. LADY WISHFORT, MRS. MARWOOD. LADY. This insolence is beyond all precedent, all parallel. Must I be subject to this merciless villain? MRS. MAR. ’Tis severe indeed, madam, that you should smart for your daughter’s wantonness. LADY. ’Twas against my consent that she married this barbarian, but she would have him, though her year was not out. Ah! her first husband, my son Languish, would not have carried it thus. Well, that was my choice, this is hers; she is matched now with a witness—I shall be mad, dear friend; is there no comfort for me? Must I live to be confiscated at this rebel-rate? Here come two more of my Egyptian plagues too. SCENE VIII. [_To them_] MRS. MILLAMANT, SIR WILFULL. SIR WIL. Aunt, your servant. LADY. Out, caterpillar, call not me aunt; I know thee not. SIR WIL. I confess I have been a little in disguise, as they say. ’Sheart! and I’m sorry for’t. What would you have? I hope I committed no offence, aunt—and if I did I am willing to make satisfaction; and what can a man say fairer? If I have broke anything I’ll pay for’t, an it cost a pound. And so let that content for what’s past, and make no more words. For what’s to come, to pleasure you I’m willing to marry my cousin. So, pray, let’s all be friends, she and I are agreed upon the matter before a witness. LADY. How’s this, dear niece? Have I any comfort? Can this be true? MILLA. I am content to be a sacrifice to your repose, madam, and to convince you that I had no hand in the plot, as you were misinformed. I have laid my commands on Mirabell to come in person, and be a witness that I give my hand to this flower of knighthood; and for the contract that passed between Mirabell and me, I have obliged him to make a resignation of it in your ladyship’s presence. He is without and waits your leave for admittance. LADY. Well, I’ll swear I am something revived at this testimony of your obedience; but I cannot admit that traitor,—I fear I cannot fortify myself to support his appearance. He is as terrible to me as a Gorgon: if I see him I swear I shall turn to stone, petrify incessantly. MILLA. If you disoblige him he may resent your refusal, and insist upon the contract still. Then ’tis the last time he will be offensive to you. LADY. Are you sure it will be the last time? If I were sure of that—shall I never see him again? MILLA. Sir Wilfull, you and he are to travel together, are you not? SIR WIL. ’Sheart, the gentleman’s a civil gentleman, aunt, let him come in; why, we are sworn brothers and fellow-travellers. We are to be Pylades and Orestes, he and I. He is to be my interpreter in foreign parts. He has been overseas once already; and with proviso that I marry my cousin, will cross ’em once again, only to bear me company. ’Sheart, I’ll call him in,—an I set on’t once, he shall come in; and see who’ll hinder him. [_Goes to the door and hems_.]