Sir F monologue — Comediettas and Farces

He's gone at last! I ought to have been born in an atmosphere of diplomacy to develop my talent for intrigue! Ha, ha, ha! how this "little game" of mine will astonish them! But they all want waking up in this house! Cosey's an old hedgehog, all prickles and prejudices! Arthur's--never mind what! Myrtle's a crab-apple--pleasant to look at, but occasionally rather tart to the taste! (_here LADY FRITTERLY enters at door L., unperceived by SIR FELIX_). As for my wife (_here LADY F. stops and listens_), she's a charming woman; but she has one fault, for which I'd gladly exchange a good many of her virtues--she's so dreadfully proper! Shall I take her into my confidence? No! she hates jokes--especially mine. How she will stare when Arthur opens his _batteries!_--ha--ha!--run away with my wife!--the notion's too absurd.