Edward: Can what I hear be true? Misfortune overwhelms me, and joy confounds me. But I don't know which.
Angelica: I don't want you to show it until after the signature. I fear some indiscreet transport of joy. No, Edward, don't believe yet that I love you.
Edward: (wildly)
Ah! Darling, Angelica—divine lady—
Angelica:
Someone's coming. Keep pretending.
(Enter Lucas)
Angelica:
No, Edward, no. I will not be married to you against my will.
Lucas: No, dammit, it will not be against your will—for you'll marry him with joy. But it may not happen yet for I doubt you can both scheme together or that you can pretend to be pretending. Your mother's on her way, but I've warned you so that you may deceive her.
Angelica:
Ah! Heavens.
Edward:
How wretched you are!
Lucas:
For you it will be wretched. For Madam changes her mind quickly if she
suspects for a minute that you want it too. That's too bad cause, Mr.
Nelson promised me a hundred pounds.