The Way of the World: Scene VIII.
Scene VIII.
[To them] WITWOUD from drinking.
MRS. FAINALL
So, is the fray made up that you have left 'em?
WITWOUD
Left 'em? I could stay no longer. I have laughed like ten
Christ'nings. I am tipsy with laughing--if I had stayed any longer
I should have burst,--I must have been let out and pieced in the
sides like an unsized camlet. Yes, yes, the fray is composed; my
lady came in like a NOLI PROSEQUI, and stopt the proceedings.
MILLAMANT
What was the dispute?
WITWOUD
That's the jest: there was no dispute. They could neither of
'em speak for rage; and so fell a sputt'ring at one another like two
roasting apples.