_Const._ Ladies, we are your humble Servants. I see Sir _John_ is quite engag'd, 'twould be in vain to expect him. Come, _Heartfree_. [_Exit._ _Heart._ Ladies, your Servant. [_To ~Belinda~._] I hope, Madam, you won't forget our Bargain; I'm to say what I please to you. [_Exit ~Heartfree~._ _Bel._ Liberty of Speech entire, Sir. _Lady Fan._ [_Aside._] Very pretty truly--But how the Blockhead went out--languishing at her, and not a Look toward me!--Well, Churchmen may talk, but Miracles are not ceas'd. For 'tis more than natural, such a rude Fellow as he, and such a little Impertinent as she, should be capable of making a Woman of my Sphere uneasy. But I can bear her sight no longer----methinks she's grown ten times uglier than _Cornet_. I must home, and study Revenge. [_To Lady ~Brute~._] Madam, your humble Servant; I must take my leave. _Lady Brute._ What, going already, Madam? _Lady Fan._ I must beg you'll excuse me this once; for really I have eighteen Visits to return this Afternoon: So you see I'm importun'd by the Women as well as the Men. _Bel._ [_Aside._] And she's quits with them both. _Lady Fan._ [_Going._] Nay, you shan't go one Step out of the Room. _Lady Brute._ Indeed I'll wait upon you down. _Lady Fan._ No, sweet Lady _Brute_, you know I swoon at Ceremony. _Lady Brute._ Pray give me leave. _Lady Fan._ You know I won't. _Lady Brute._ Indeed I must. _Lady Fan._ Indeed you shan't. _Lady Brute._ Indeed I will. _Lady Fan._. Indeed you shan't. _Lady Brute._ Indeed I will. _Lady Fan._ Indeed you shan't. Indeed, indeed, indeed you shan't. [_Exit Lady ~Fan~. running; they follow._ _Re-enter Lady ~Brute~ sola._ This impertinent Woman has put me out of Humour for a Fortnight----What an agreeable Moment has her foolish Visit interrupted! Lord, how like a Torrent Love flows into the Heart, when once the Sluice of Desire is open'd! Good Gods! What a Pleasure there is in doing what we should not do! _Re-enter ~Constant~._ Ha! here again? _Const._ Tho' the renewing my Visit may seem a little irregular, I hope I shall obtain your Pardon for it, Madam, when you know I only left the Room, lest the Lady who was here should have been as malicious in her Remarks as she's foolish in her Conduct. _Lady Brute._ He who has Discretion enough to be tender of a Woman's Reputation, carries a Virtue about him may atone for a great many Faults. _Const._ If it has a Title to atone for any, its Pretensions must needs be strongest where the Crime is Love. I therefore hope I shall be forgiven the Attempt I have made upon your Heart, since my Enterprize has been a Secret to all the World but yourself.