_Heart._ No, forsooth; but I seldom find 'em better than they appear to be. _Bel._ Then the Outside's best, you think? _Heart._ 'Tis the honestest. _Const._ Have a care, _Heartfree_; you are relapsing again. _Lady Brute._ Why, does the Gentleman use to rail at Women? _Const._ He has done formerly. _Bel._ I suppose he had very good Cause for't. They did not use you so well as you thought you deserv'd, Sir. _Lady Brute._ They made themselves merry at your Expence, Sir. _Bel._ Laugh'd when you sigh'd-- _Lady Brute._ Slept while you were waking-- _Bel._ Had your Porter beat-- _Lady Brute._ And threw your Billet-doux in the Fire. _Heart._ Hey-day, I shall do more than rail presently. _Bel._ Why, you won't beat us, will you? _Heart._ I don't know but I may. _Const._ What the Devil's coming here? Sir _John_ in a Gown----And drunk, i'faith. _Enter Sir ~John~._ _Sir John._ What a Pox----here's _Constant_, _Heartfree_--and two Whores, I'gad----O you covetous Rogues! what, have you never a spare Punk for your Friend?----But I'll share with you. [_He seizes both the Women._ _Heart._ Why, what the plague have you been doing, Knight? _Sir John._ Why, I have been beating the Watch, and scandalizing the Clergy. _Heart._ A very good Account, truly. _Sir John._ And what do you think I'll do next? _Const._. Nay, that no Man can guess. _Sir John._ Why, if you'll let me sup with you, I'll treat both your Strumpets. _Lady Brute._ [_Aside._] O Lord, we're undone! _Heart._ No, we can't sup together, because we have some Affairs elsewhere. But if you'll accept of these two Ladies, we'll be so complaisant to you, to resign our Right in 'em. _Bel._ [_Aside._] Lord, what shall we do? _Sir John._ Let me see; their Clothes are such damn'd Clothes, they won't pawn for the Reckoning. _Heart._ _Sir John_, your Servant. Rapture attend you! _Const._ Adieu, Ladies, make much of the Gentleman. _Lady Brute._ Why, sure, you won't leave us in the Hands of a drunken Fellow to abuse us. _Sir John._ Who do you call a drunken Fellow, you Slut you? I'm a Man of Quality; the King has made me a Knight. [_~Heart.~ runs off._ _Heart._ Ay, ay, you are in good Hands! Adieu, Adieu! _Lady Brute._ The Devil's Hands: Let me go, or I'll--For Heaven's sake, protect us! [_She breaks from him, runs to ~Constant~, twitching off her Mask, and clapping it on again._ _Sir John._ I'll Devil you, you Jade you. I'll demolish your ugly Face. _Const._ Hold a little, Knight, she swoons. _Sir John._ I'll swoon her. _Const._ Hey, _Heartfree_. _Re-enter ~Heartfree~. ~Belinda~ runs to him, and shews her Face._ _Heart._ O Heavens! My dear Creature, stand there a little. _Const._ Pull him off, _Jack_.