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The Way of the World-Part12_William Congreve(1670-1729)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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you were to receive Sir Rowland.



WAIT. Enough, his date is short.

FOIB. No, good Sir Rowland, don't incur the law.



WAIT. Law? I care not for law. I can but die, and 'tis in a good

cause. My lady shall be satisfied of my truth and innocence, though



it cost me my life.

LADY. No, dear Sir Rowland, don't fight: if you should be killed I



must never show my face; or hanged,--oh, consider my reputation, Sir

Rowland. No, you shan't fight: I'll go in and examine my niece;



I'll make her confess. I conjure you, Sir Rowland, by all your love

not to fight.



WAIT. I am charmed, madam; I obey. But some proof you must let me

give you: I'll go for a black box, which contains the writings of



my whole estate, and deliver that into your hands.

LADY. Ay, dear Sir Rowland, that will be some comfort; bring the



black box.

WAIT. And may I presume to bring a contract to be signed this



night? May I hope so far?

LADY. Bring what you will; but come alive, pray come alive. Oh,



this is a happy discovery.

WAIT. Dead or alive I'll come--and married we will be in spite of



treachery; ay, and get an heir that shall defeat the last remaining

glimpse of hope in my abandonednephew. Come, my buxom widow:



E'er long you shall substantial proof receive

That I'm an arrantknight -



FOIB. Or arrant knave.

ACT V.--SCENE I.



Scene continues.

LADY WISHFORT and FOIBLE.



LADY. Out of my house, out of my house, thou viper, thou serpent

that I have fostered, thou bosom traitress that I raised from



nothing! Begone, begone, begone, go, go; that I took from washing

of old gauze and weaving of dead hair, with a bleak blue nose, over



a chafing-dish of starved embers, and dining behind a traver's rag,

in a shop no bigger than a bird-cage. Go, go, starve again, do, do!



FOIB. Dear madam, I'll beg pardon on my knees.

LADY. Away, out, out, go set up for yourself again, do; drive a



trade, do, with your threepennyworth of small ware, flaunting upon a

packthread, under a brandy-seller's bulk, or against a dead wall by



a balladmonger. Go, hang out an old frisoneer-gorget, with a yard

of yellow colberteen again, do; an old gnawed mask, two rows of



pins, and a child's fiddle; a glass necklace with the beads broken,

and a quilted night-cap with one ear. Go, go, drive a trade. These



were your commodities, you treacherous trull; this was the

merchandise you dealt in, when I took you into my house, placed you



next myself, and made you governant of my whole family. You have

forgot this, have you, now you have feathered your nest?



FOIB. No, no, dear madam. Do but hear me, have but a moment's

patience--I'll confess all. Mr. Mirabell seduced me; I am not the



first that he has wheedled with his dissembling tongue. Your

ladyship's own wisdom has been deluded by him; then how should I, a



poor ignorant, defend myself? O madam, if you knew but what he

promised me, and how he assured me your ladyship should come to no



damage, or else the wealth of the Indies should not have bribed me

to conspire against so good, so sweet, so kind a lady as you have



been to me.

LADY. No damage? What, to betray me, to marry me to a cast



serving-man; to make me a receptacle, an hospital for a decayed

pimp? No damage? O thou frontless impudence, more than a big-



bellied actress!

FOIB. Pray do but hear me, madam; he could not marry your ladyship,



madam. No indeed, his marriage was to have been void in law; for he

was married to me first, to secure your ladyship. He could not have



bedded your ladyship, for if he had consummated with your ladyship,

he must have run the risk of the law, and been put upon his clergy.



Yes indeed, I enquired of the law in that case before I would meddle

or make.



LADY. What? Then I have been your property, have I? I have been

convenient to you, it seems, while you were catering for Mirabell; I



have been broker for you? What, have you made a passive bawd of me?

This exceeds all precedent. I am brought to fine uses, to become a



botcher of second-hand marriages between Abigails and Andrews! I'll




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