But, madam, what could make you dissemble love to him, when 'twas so hard a thing for you, and flatter his love to you?
OLIVIA.
That which makes all the world flatter and dissemble. 'Twas his money; I had a real passion for it.
.... As soon as I had his money, I hastened his departure like a wife, who, when she has made the most of a dying husband's breath, pulls away his pillow. (Acte IV, scène i.)
Cette dernière phrase est d'un satirique morose plutôt que d'un observateur exact.
[52]: Go, husband, and come up, friend; just the buckets in the well; the absence of one brings the other. But I hope, like them too, they will not meet in the way, jostle and clash together.
[53]:
ELIZA.
Well, cousin, this, I confess, was reasonable hypocrisy; you were the better for 't.
OLIVIA.