_Sir John._ You may put me where you will, Sirrah, now you have overcome me----But if I can't do Mischief, I'll think of Mischief--in spite of your Teeth, you Dog, you. [_Exeunt._ +SCENE+, _A Bed-Chamber._ _Enter ~Heartfree~ solus._ What the Plague ails me?----Love? No, I thank you for that, my Heart's Rock still----Yet 'tis _Belinda_ that disturbs me; that's positive----Well, what of all that? Must I love her for being troublesome? At that rate I might love all the Women I meet, I'gad. But hold!--Tho' I don't love her for disturbing me, yet she may disturb me, because I love her----Ay, that may be, 'faith. I have dreamt of her, that's certain----Well, so I have of my Mother; therefore what's that to the purpose? Ay, but _Belinda_ runs in my Mind waking--and so does many a damn'd thing that I don't care a Farthing for----Methinks, tho', I would fain be talking to her, and yet I have no Business----Well, am I the first Man that has had a Mind to do an impertinent thing? _Enter ~Constant~._ _Const._ How now, _Heartfree_? What makes you up and dress'd so soon? I thought none but Lovers quarrell'd with their Beds; I expected to have found you snoring, as I us'd to do. _Heart._ Why, 'faith, Friend, 'tis the Care I have of your Affairs, that makes me so thoughtful; I have been studying all Night how to bring your matter about with _Belinda_. _Const._ With _Belinda_? _Heart._ With my Lady, I mean: And, 'faith, I have mighty Hopes on't. Sure you must be very well satisfied with her Behaviour to you yesterday? _Const._ So well, that nothing but a Lover's Fears can make me doubt of Success. But what can this sudden Change proceed from? _Heart._ Why, you saw her Husband beat her, did you not? _Const._ That's true: A Husband is scarce to be borne upon any terms, much less when he fights with his Wife. Methinks, she shou'd e'en have cuckolded him upon the very spot, to shew that after the Battle she was Master of the Field. _Heart._ A Council of War of Women wou'd infallibly have advis'd her to't. But, I confess, so agreeable a Woman as _Belinda_ deserves better Usage. _Const._ _Belinda_ again! _Heart._ My Lady, I mean. What a Pox makes me blunder so to-day? [_Aside._] A Plague of this treacherous Tongue! _Const._ Pr'ythee, look upon me seriously, _Heartfree_--Now answer me directly: Is it my Lady, or _Belinda_, employs your careful Thoughts thus? _Heart._ My Lady, or _Belinda_? _Const._ In Love; by this Light, in Love. _Heart._ In Love! _Const._ Nay, ne'er deny it; for thou'lt do it so aukwardly, 'twill but make the Jest sit heavier about thee. My dear Friend, I give thee much Joy. _Heart._ Why, pr'ythee, you won't persuade me to it, will you?