_Const._ Why, then, to encourage you to Perseverance, tho' you may be thoroughly ill-us'd for your Offences; I'll put you in mind, that even the coyest Ladies of 'em all are made up of Desires, as well as we; and tho' they do hold out a long time, they will capitulate at last. For that thundering Engineer, Nature, does make such havock in the Town, they must surrender at long run, or perish in their own Flames. _Enter a Footman._ _Foot._ Sir, there's a Porter without with a Letter; he desires to give it into your own Hands. _Const._ Call him in. _Enter Porter._ _Const._ What, _Joe_! Is it thee? _Porter._ An't please you, Sir, I was order'd to deliver this into your own Hands by two well-shap'd Ladies, at the _New Exchange_. I was at your Honour's Lodgings, and your Servants sent me hither. _Const._ 'Tis well; are you to carry any Answer? _Porter._ No, my noble Master. They gave me my Orders, and whip they were gone, like a Maidenhead at Fifteen. _Const._ Very well; there. [_Gives him Money._ _Porter._ God bless your Honour! [_Exit Porter._ _Const._ Now let's see what honest, trusty _Joe_ has brought us. _Reads._ _If you and your Play-Fellow can spare time from your Business and Devotions, don't fail to be at ~Spring-Garden~ about Eight in the Evening. You'll find nothing there but Women, so you need bring no other Arms than what you usually carry about you._ So, Play-fellow: here's something to stay your Stomach till your Mistress's Dish is ready for you. _Heart._ Some of our old batter'd Acquaintance. I won't go, not I. _Const._ Nay, that you can't avoid; there's Honour in the Case; 'tis a Challenge, and I want a Second. _Heart._ I doubt I shall be but a very useless one to you; for I'm so dishearten'd by this Wound _Belinda_ has given me, I don't think I shall have Courage enough to draw my Sword. _Const._ O, if that be all, come along; I'll warrant you find Sword enough for such Enemies as we have to deal withal. [_Exeunt._ +SCENE+, _A Street_. _Enter Constable, &c. with Sir ~John~._ _Constab._ Come along, Sir; I thought to have let you slip this Morning, because you were a Minister; but you are as drunk and as abusive as ever. We'll see what the Justice of the Peace will say to you. _Sir John._ And you shall see what I'll say to the Justice of the Peace, Sirrah. [_They knock at the Door._ _Enter Servant._ _Constab._ Pray, acquaint his Worship, we have got an unruly Parson here: We are unwilling to expose him, but don't know what to do with him. _Serv._ I'll acquaint my Master. [_Exit Serv._