_Heart._ Madam, you have made me so fool-hardy, I dare do any thing. _Bel._ Then, Sir, I challenge you; and Matrimony's the Spot where I expect you. _Heart._ 'Tis enough; I'll not fail. [_Aside._] So, now, I am in for _Hobbes_'s Voyage; a great Leap in the Dark. _Lady Brute._ Well, Gentlemen, this Matter being concluded then, have you got your Lessons ready? for Sir _John_ is grown such an Atheist of late, he'll believe nothing upon easy Terms. _Const._ We'll find ways to extend his Faith, Madam. But pray how do you find him this Morning? _Lady Brute._ Most lamentably morose, chewing the Cud after last Night's Discovery, of which, however, he had but a confus'd Notion e'en now. But I'm afraid the Valet de Chambre has told him all; for they are very busy together at this Moment. When I told him of _Belinda_'s Marriage, I had no other Answer but a Grunt: From which, you may draw what Conclusions you think fit. But to your Notes, Gentlemen, he's here. _Enter Sir ~John~ and ~Rasor~._ _Const._ Good-morrow, Sir. _Heart._ Good-morrow, Sir _John_; I'm very sorry my Indiscretion shou'd cause so much Disorder in your Family. _Sir John._ Disorders generally come from Indiscretion, Sir; 'tis no strange thing at all. _Lady Brute._ I hope, my Dear, you are satisfied there was no wrong intended you. _Sir John._ None, my Dove. _Bel._ If not, I hope my Consent to marry Mr. _Heartfree_ will convince you. For as little as I know of Amours, Sir, I can assure you, one Intrigue is enough to bring four People together, without further Mischief. _Sir John._ And I know too, that Intrigues tend to Procreation of more kinds than one. One Intrigue will beget another, as soon as beget a Son or a Daughter. _Const._ I am very sorry, Sir, to see you still seem unsatisfy'd with a Lady, whose more than common Virtue, I am sure were she my Wife, shou'd meet a better Usage. _Sir John._ Sir, if her Conduct has put a Trick upon her Virtue, her Virtue's the Bubble, but her Husband's the Loser. _Const._ Sir, you have receiv'd a sufficient Answer already, to justify both her Conduct and mine. You'll pardon me for meddling in your Family-affairs; but I perceive I am the Man you are jealous of, and therefore it concerns me. _Sir John._ Wou'd it did not concern me, and then I shou'd not care who it concern'd. _Const._ Well, Sir, if Truth and Reason won't content you, I know but one way more, which, if you think fit, you may take. _Sir John._ Lord, Sir, you are very hasty! If I had been found at Prayers in your Wife's Closet, I should have allow'd you twice as much time to come to yourself in. _Const._ Nay, Sir, if Time be all you want, we have no Quarrel. _Heart._ I told you how the Sword wou'd work upon him. [_Sir ~John~ muses._ _Const._ Let him muse; however, I'll lay fifty Pound our Foreman brings us in, Not Guilty.