_Foot._ Madam, here's my Lady _Fancyfull_, to wait upon your Ladyship. _Lady Brute._ Shield me, kind Heaven! What an Inundation of Impertinence is here coming upon us! _Enter Lady ~Fancyfull~, who runs first to Lady ~Brute~, then to ~Belinda~, kissing 'em._ _Lady Fan._ My dear Lady _Brute_, and sweet _Belinda_, methinks 'tis an Age since I saw you. _Lady Brute._ Yet 'tis but three Days; sure you have pass'd your time very ill, it seems so long to you. _Lady Fan._ Why, really, to confess the truth to you, I am so everlastingly fatigu'd with the Addresses of unfortunate Gentlemen, that, were it not for the Extravagancy of the Example, I shou'd e'en tear out these wicked Eyes with my own Fingers, to make both myself and Mankind easy. What think you on't, Mr. _Heartfree_, for I take you to be my faithful Adviser? _Heart._ Why, truly, Madam--I think--every Project that is for the good of Mankind ought to be encourag'd. _Lady Fan._ Then I have your Consent, Sir? _Heart._ To do whatever you please, Madam. _Lady Fan._ You had a much more limited Complaisance this Morning, Sir. Would you believe it, Ladies? The Gentleman has been so exceeding generous, to tell me of above fifty Faults, in less time than it was well possible for me to commit two of 'em. _Const._ Why, truly, Madam, my Friend there is apt to be something familiar with the Ladies. _Lady Fan._ He is, indeed, Sir; but he's wondrous charitable with it: He has had the Goodness to design a Reformation, even down to my Fingers-ends.----'Twas thus, I think, Sir, [_Opening her fingers in an aukward manner._] you'd have had 'em stand--My Eyes, too, he did not like: How was't you wou'd have directed 'em? Thus, I think. [_Staring at him._]--Then there was something amiss in my Gait, too: I don't know well how 'twas; but as I take it, he would have had me walk like him. Pray, Sir, do me the Favour to take a turn or two about the Room, that the Company may see you.--He's sullen, Ladies, and won't. But, to make short, and give you as true an Idea as I can of the matter, I think 'twas much about this Figure, in general, he would have moulded me to: But I was an obstinate Woman, and could not resolve to make myself Mistress of his Heart, by growing as aukward as his Fancy. [_She walks aukwardly about, staring and looking ungainly, then changes on a sudden to the Extremity of her usual Affectation._ _Heart._. Just thus Women do, when they think we are in love with em, or when they are so with us. [_Here ~Constant~ and Lady ~Brute~ talk together apart._ _Lady Fan._ 'Twould, however, be less Vanity for me to conclude the former, than you the latter, Sir. _Heart._. Madam, all I shall presume to conclude, is, That if I wer in love, you'd find the means to make me soon weary on't.