Albert
And why not, my child?
Arabella (waspishly)
Because nothing is more false, and one cannot lie with more impudence.
Albert
Then, you don't love me?
Arabella (sweetly)
No, but in recompense, I hate you unto death.
Albert (surprised)
For what?
Arabella Who knows why? One loves without reason, and without reason, one hates.
Jenny
If the admission is not tender, at least it is sincere.
Albert
After what I have done, basilisk, to please you!
Jenny Don't get carried away! Observe tranquilly if love has made you a charming object. Your features are worn away—hers are loveable and fresh. She has a well made wit and you a crabbed temper. She's not sixteen, and you are very old. She bears herself well, and you walk with a cane. She has all her teeth, which makes her pretty, and you have only one. Still, she excites you—and you ought to be carried off at the first cough to whatever misfortune down there would please you.
Albert I've taken useless trouble to please her. I will therefore merit her hate, by God. And to secure her dangerous charms, I am going to lead her to a place far from fops, where by her arrogance, she will have leisure to be penitent. Come quickly, let's go.