Europa. I am a woman such
As Cressid was, an amateur of men;
Never inconstant while her passion lasts,
But not to be compelled by love or law.
The name I hate most in the world is wife;
And the professional drudgery of the blood
Which marriage is, seems to me hell on earth.
Sir T. Not always hell. What do you know of marriage?
Europa. I had a husband in the States.
Sir T. Divorced?
Europa. Better than that: killed in the Cuban war.
Sir T. Why do you wear your costume still?
Europa. Because
The drapery becomes me; and I meant
To change its folds for other clinging folds
Before I dressed.
Sir T. Here in the theatre?
Europa. How could I tell you would be free to spend
The night with me?
Sir T. Am I the kind of man
You take me for?