_Const._ Nay, if one Glass will satisfy you, I'll drink it, without putting you to that Expence. _Sir John._ Why, that's honest. Fill some Wine, Sirrah: So here's to you, Gentlemen--A Wife's the Devil. To your being both married. [_They drink._ _Heart._ O, your most humble Servant, Sir. _Sir John._ Well, how do you like my Wine? _Const._ 'Tis very good, indeed. _Heart._ 'Tis admirable. _Sir John._ Then give us t'other Glass. _Const._ No, pray excuse us now: We'll come another time, and then we won't spare it. _Sir John._ This one Glass, and no more: Come, it shall be your Mistress's Health: And that's a great Compliment from me, I assure you. _Const._ And 'tis a very obliging one to me: So give us the Glasses. _Sir John._ So: let her live-- [_Sir ~John~ coughs in the Glass._ _Heart._ And be kind. _Const._ What's the matter? Does it go the wrong way? _Sir John._ If I had Love enough to be jealous, I shou'd take this for an ill Omen: For I never drank my Wife's Health in my Life, but I puk'd in the Glass. _Const._ O, she's too virtuous to make a reasonable Man jealous. _Sir John._ Pox of her Virtue! If I cou'd but catch her Adulterating, I might be divorc'd from her by Law. _Heart._ And so pay her a yearly Pension, to be a distinguish'd Cuckold. _Enter Servant._ _Serv._ Sir, there's my Lord _Rake_, Colonel _Bully_, and some other Gentlemen at the _Blue-Posts_, desire your Company. _Sir John._ Cod's so, we are to consult about playing the Devil to-night. _Heart._ Well, we won't hinder Business. _Sir John._ Methinks I don't know how to leave you, tho': But for once I must make bold. Or look you; may be the Conference mayn't last long: So, if you'll wait here half an hour, or an hour; if I don't come then--why, then--I won't come at all. _Heart._ [_To ~Const~._] A good modest Proposition, truly! [_Aside._ _Const._ But let's accept on't, however. Who knows what may happen? _Heart._ Well, Sir, to shew you how fond we are of your Company, we'll expect your Return as long as we can. _Sir John._ Nay, may be I mayn't stay at all. But Business, you know, must be done. So your Servant--Or hark you, if you have a mind to take a Frisk with us, I have an Interest with my Lord; I can easily introduce you. _Const._ We are much beholden to you; but for my part, I'm engag'd another way. _Sir John._ What! to your Mistress, I'll warrant. Pr'ythee, leave your nasty Punk to entertain herself with her own lewd Thoughts, and make one with us to-night. _Const._ Sir, 'tis Business that is to employ me. _Heart._ And me; and Business must be done, you know. _Sir John._ Ay, Women's Business, tho' the World were consum'd for't. [_Exit Sir ~John~._