But Uncle Foresight, I can neither make you a cuckold by going out, nor secure you from it by staying at home.
Foresight
Not so. While one woman is left in the house, the prophecy is not in full force—
Angelica
But my inclinations are in force; I have a mind to go out. If you won’t lend me your coach, I’ll take a hackney. Cast a horoscope and see who is in conjunction with your wife. You know my Aunt is a little retrograde in her nature. I’m afraid you are not the lord of the ascendant. Ha, ha, ha.
Foresight
You are a very pert flirt.
Angelica (stifling her laughter)
Uncle, don’t be angry. If you are, I’ll swear you are a nuisance to the neighborhood with your false prophecies, miraculous dreams, and idle divinations.
Foresight
Why, you malapert—
Angelica
Will you lend me your coach? Or I’ll continue: Nay, I’ll declare how your prophesized popery was coming. Indeed, Uncle, I’ll indict you for a wizard.
Foresight
Was there ever such a provoking minx?
Servant
How she talks—
Angelica
Yes, and I can make oath of your unlawful midnight practices, you and old Nanny there.
Servant
Oh, Lord, I at midnight practices!
Angelica
Yes. I saw you two together through the keyhole one night, like Satan and the Witch of Endor pricking your thumbs to write poor innocents’ names in blood.
Foresight
I defy you, hussy.
Angelica
I know something worse, if I would speak of it.
Foresight
I’ll remember this; I’ll be revenged on you, cockatrice; I’ll hamper you. You have your fortune in your own hands, but—
Angelica
Will you? All shall out then. Look to it, Nanny. I can bear witness that you have a great unnatural teat under your left arm and he another, and that you suckle a young devil in the shape of a tabby cat, by turns—I can.
Foresight
A teat. A teat. I, an unnatural teat! Oh, false slanderous thing.
Servant (pushing her bust out)
Feel, feel here if I have anything but what is like any other Christian.
Foresight
I will have patience. It is in my stars that I should be thus tormented. This is the effect of the malicious conjunctions and oppositions in the third house of my nativity; there the curse of kindred was foretold. But I’ll punish you. I’ll have my doors locked up. Not one man, not one gallant shall enter my house. Consider that, hussy.
Angelica
Do, Uncle, do. Lock ’em up quickly before my Aunt comes home. You’ll have a letter for alimony tomorrow morning. But let me begone first, and then let no man come near this house but he who converses with spirits and the celestial signs, the bull, and the ram, and the goat. Bless me! There are a great many horned beasts among the twelve signs. But patient cuckolds, they say, go to heaven.
Foresight
There’s but one virgin among the twelve signs, spitfire, but one virgin.
Angelica
No doubt she had an astrologer husband. That is what makes my Aunt go abroad.
Foresight
How? How? Is that the reason? Come, you know something. Tell me, and I’ll forgive you. Do, good Niece. Come, you shall have my coach and horses. Does my wife complain? I know women tell one another—she has a wanton eye and was born under Gemini, which may incline her to—incline; she has a mole upon her lip and a moist palm, and an open liberality on the mount of Venus—
Angelica
Ha, ha, ha.
Foresight
Don’t perplex your poor Uncle. Tell me. Won’t you speak?
Angelica
Goodbye, Uncle. Ha, ha, ha. I’ll find out my Aunt and tell her she must not come home.
(Enter Valentine, a magnificent Chevalier, who bows deeply to Angelica.)
Angelica
Ah, Valentine, you here?
Foresight
Ha, your gallant has arrived. We’ll speak of this another time, Niece. Come, Nurse.
(Foresight and Nurse go out.)
Angelica
Valentine, did you take exception last night? Oh, aye—and went away. Now I think on it, I am angry. No, now I think on it, I am pleased, for I believe I gave you some pain.
Valentine
Does that please you?
Angelica
Infinitely! I love to give pain.
Valentine
Do not affect cruelty. Your true nature is the power of pleasing.
Angelica
Oh, I ask your pardon for that. One’s cruelty is one’s power, and when one parts with one’s cruelty, one parts with one’s power and when one parts with that, I fancy one’s old and ugly.
Valentine
To be sure, sacrifice your lover to your cruelty. But I’ll tell you a secret: beauty is a lover’s gift, it is a reflection of a lover’s praise, not a woman’s face.
Angelica
By which you prove that if I give up my lover, I give up my beauty? Vain man. You would never have loved me if I were not handsome. Why, one makes lovers as fast as one pleases and they live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon as one pleases, and if one pleases one makes more.
Valentine
Very pretty.
