_Lady Brute._ Come, _Belinda_, I'll e'en lie with you to-night; and in the Morning we'll send for our Gentlemen to set this Matter even. _Bel._ With all my Heart. _Lady Brute._ Good Night, my Dear. [_Making a low Curtsy to Sir ~John~._ [_Both._] Ha, ha, ha! [_Exeunt._ _Enter ~Rasor~._ _Rasor._ My Lady there's a Wag--My Master there's a Cuckold. Marriage is a slippery thing--Women have depraved Appetites.--My Lady's a Wag; I have heard all; I have seen all; I understand all; and I'll tell all; for my little _French-woman_ loves News dearly. This Story'll gain her Heart, or nothing will. [_To his Master._] Come, Sir, your Head's too full of Fumes at present, to make room for your Jealousy; but I reckon we shall have rare work with you, when your Pate's empty. Come to your Kennel, you cuckoldly, drunken Sot, you! [_Carries him out upon his Back._ +SCENE+, _Lady_ Fancyfull's _House_. _Enter Lady ~Fancyfull~ and ~Madamoiselle~._ _Lady Fan._ But, why did not you tell me before, _Madamoiselle_, that _Rasor_ and you were fond? _Madam._ De Modesty hinder me, Matam. _Lady Fan._ Why, truly, Modesty does often hinder us from doing things we have an extravagant mind to. But does he love you well enough yet, to do any thing you bid him? Do you think, to oblige you, he wou'd speak Scandal? _Madam._ Matam, to oblige your Ladyship, he shall speak Blasphemy. _Lady Fan._ Why, then, _Madamoiselle_, I'll tell you what you shall do. You shall engage him to tell his Master all that past at _Spring Garden_: I have a mind he shou'd know what a Wife and a Niece he has got. Madam. _Il le fera, Madame._ _Enter a Footman, who speaks to ~Madamoiselle~ apart._ _Foot._ _Madamoiselle_, yonder's Mr. _Rasor_ desires to speak with you. _Madam._ Tell him, I come presently. [_Exit Footman._] _Rasor_ be dare, Matam. _Lady Fan._ That's fortunate. Well, I'll leave you together. And if you find him stubborn, _Madamoiselle_--hark you--don't refuse him a few little reasonable Liberties to put him into Humour. Madam. _Laissez moy faire._ [_Exit ~Lady~ Fancyfull._ [_~Rasor~ peeps in; and seeing Lady ~Fancyfull~ gone, runs to ~Madamoiselle~, takes her about the Neck, and kisses her._ _Madam._ How now, Confidence? _Rasor._ How now, Modesty! _Madam._ Who make you so familiar, Sirrah? _Rasor._ My Impudence, Hussy. _Madam._ Stand off, Rogue-Face. _Rasor._ Ah----_Madamoiselle_----great News at our House. _Madam._ Why, vat be de matter? _Rasor._ The Matter?--Why, Uptails All's the Matter. Madam. _Tu te mocque de moy._ _Rasor._ Now do you long to know the Particulars: The Time when--The Place where--The Manner how. But I don't tell you a Word more. _Madam._ Nay, den dou kill me, _Rasor_.