_Lady Fan._ Not by Over-fondness, upon my Word, Sir. But pray let's stop here; for you are so much govern'd by Instinct, I know you'll grow brutish at last. _Bel._ [_Aside._] Now am I sure she's fond of him: I'll try to make her jealous. Well, for my part, I should be glad to find somebody would be so free with me, that I might know my Faults, and mend 'em. _Lady Fan._ Then pray let me recommend this Gentleman to you: I have known him some time, and will be Surety for him, that upon a very limited Encouragement on your side, you shall find an extended Impudence on his. _Heart._ I thank you, Madam, for your Recommendation: But hating Idleness, I'm unwilling to enter into a Place where I believe there would be nothing to do. I was fond of serving your Ladyship, because I knew you'd find me constant Employment. _Lady Fan._ I told you he'd be rude, _Belinda_. _Bel._ O, a little Bluntness is a sign of Honesty, which makes me always ready to pardon it. So, Sir, if you have no other Exceptions to my Service, but the fear of being idle in it, you may venture to lift yourself: I shall find you Work, I warrant you. _Heart._ Upon those Terms I engage, Madam; and this (with your leave) I take for Earnest. [_Offering to kiss her Hand._ _Bel._ Hold there, Sir; I'm none of your Earnest-givers. But if I'm well serv'd, I give good Wages, and pay punctually. [_~Heartf~. and ~Bel~. seem to continue talking familiarly._ _Lady Fan._ [_Aside._] I don't like this jesting between 'em--Methinks the Fool begins to look as if he were in earnest.----But then he must be a Fool, indeed.----Lard, what a Difference there is between me and her! [_Looking at ~Bel~. scornfully._] How I shou'd despise such a Thing, if I were a Man!----What a Nose she has!--What a Chin----What a Neck!----Then her Eyes----And the worst kissing Lips in the Universe----No, no, he can never like her, that's positive----Yet I can't suffer 'em together any longer. Mr. _Heartfree_, do you know that you and I must have no Quarrel for all this? I can't forbear being a little severe now and then: But Women, you know, may be allowed any thing. _Heart._ Up to a certain Age, Madam. _Lady Fan._ Which I'm not yet past, I hope. _Heart._ [_Aside._] Nor never will, I dare swear. _Lady Fan._ [_To Lady ~Brute~._] Come, Madam, will your Ladyship be Witness to our Reconciliation? _Lady Brute._ You agree, then, at last? _Heart._ [_Slightingly._] We forgive. _Lady Fan._ [_Aside._] That was a cold, ill-natur'd Reply. _Lady Brute._ Then there's no Challenges sent between you? _Heart._ Not from me, I promise. [_Aside to ~Constant~._] But that's more than I'll do for her; for I know she can as well be damn'd as forbear writing to me. _Const._ That I believe. But I think we had best be going, lest she should suspect something, and be malicious. _Heart._ With all my heart.