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Scene VII.

MRS. MILLAMANT, MRS. FAINALL.

MRS. FAINALL
Yonder Sir Wilfull's drunk, and so noisy that my mother has been forced to leave Sir Rowland to appease him; but he answers her only with singing and drinking. What they may have done by this time I know not, but Petulant and he were upon quarrelling as I came by.

MILLAMANT
Well, if Mirabell should not make a good husband, I am a lost thing: for I find I love him violently.

MRS. FAINALL
So it seems; for you mind not what's said to you. If you doubt him, you had best take up with Sir Wilfull.

MILLAMANT
How can you name that superannuated lubber? foh!

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