您的位置 : 首页 > 英文著作
The Way of the World
act iii   Scene I.
William Congreve
下载:The Way of the World.txt
本书全文检索:
       A room in Lady Wishfort's house.
       LADY WISHFORT at her toilet, PEG waiting.
       LADY
       Merciful! No news of Foible yet?
       PEG
       No, madam.
       LADY WISHFORT
       I have no more patience. If I have not fretted myself till I am pale again, there's no veracity in me. Fetch me the red--the red, do you hear, sweetheart? An errant ash colour, as I'm a person. Look you how this wench stirs! Why dost thou not fetch me a little red? Didst thou not hear me, Mopus?
       PEG
       The red ratafia, does your ladyship mean, or the cherry brandy?
       LADY WISHFORT
       Ratafia, fool? No, fool. Not the ratafia, fool--grant me patience!--I mean the Spanish paper, idiot; complexion, darling. Paint, paint, paint, dost thou understand that, changeling, dangling thy hands like bobbins before thee? Why dost thou not stir, puppet? Thou wooden thing upon wires!
       PEG
       Lord, madam, your ladyship is so impatient.--I cannot come at the paint, madam: Mrs. Foible has locked it up, and carried the key with her.
       LADY WISHFORT
       A pox take you both.--Fetch me the cherry brandy then.