MIRABELL.
Then I'll get up in a morning as early as I please.
MILLAMANT.
Ah! idle creature, get up when you will. And d'ye hear, I won't be called names after I'm married; positively, I won't be called names.
MIRABELL.
Names!
MILLAMANT.
Ay, as wife, spouse, my dear, joy, jewel, love, sweet heart, and the rest of that nauseous cant, in which men and their wives are so fulsomely familiar.—I shall never bear that.—Good Mirabell, don't let us be familiar or fond, nor kiss before folks, like my Lady Fadler and Sir Francis. Let us never visit together, nor go to a play together; but let us be very strange and well bred. Let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while, and as well bred as if we were not married at all.
MIRABELL.
Shall I kiss your hand upon the contract?