BELL. I wish I may succeed as the same. VAIN. Never doubt it; for if the spirit of cuckoldom be once raised up in a woman, the devil can’t lay it, until she has done’t. BELL. Prithee, what sort of fellow is Fondlewife? VAIN. A kind of mongrel zealot, sometimes very precise and peevish. But I have seen him pleasant enough in his way; much addicted to jealousy, but more to fondness; so that as he is often jealous without a cause, he’s as often satisfied without reason. BELL. A very even temper, and fit for my purpose. I must get your man Setter to provide my disguise. VAIN. Ay; you may take him for good and all, if you will, for you have made him fit for nobody else. Well— BELL. You’re going to visit in return of Sylvia’s letter. Poor rogue! Any hour of the day or night will serve her. But do you know nothing of a new rival there? VAIN. Yes; Heartwell—that surly, old, pretended woman-hater—thinks her virtuous; that’s one reason why I fail her. I would have her fret herself out of conceit with me, that she may entertain some thoughts of him. I know he visits her every day. BELL. Yet rails on still, and thinks his love unknown to us. A little time will swell him so, he must be forced to give it birth; and the discovery must needs be very pleasant from himself, to see what pains he will take, and how he will strain to be delivered of a secret, when he has miscarried of it already. VAIN. Well, good-morrow. Let’s dine together; I’ll meet at the old place. BELL. With all my heart. It lies convenient for us to pay our afternoon services to our mistresses. I find I am damnably in love, I’m so uneasy for not having seen Belinda yesterday. VAIN. But I saw my Araminta, yet am as impatient. SCENE II. BELLMOUR _alone_. BELL. Why, what a cormorant in love am I! Who, not contented with the slavery of honourable love in one place, and the pleasure of enjoying some half a score mistresses of my own acquiring, must yet take Vainlove’s business upon my hands, because it lay too heavy upon his; so am not only forced to lie with other men’s wives for ’em, but must also undertake the harder task of obliging their mistresses. I must take up, or I shall never hold out. Flesh and blood cannot bear it always. SCENE III. [_To him_] SHARPER. SHARP. I’m sorry to see this, Ned. Once a man comes to his soliloquies, I give him for gone. BELL. Sharper, I’m glad to see thee. SHARP. What! is Belinda cruel, that you are so thoughtful? BELL. No, faith, not for that. But there’s a business of consequence fallen out to-day that requires some consideration. SHARP. Prithee, what mighty business of consequence canst thou have? BELL. Why, you must know, ’tis a piece of work toward the finishing of an alderman. It seems I must put the last hand to it, and dub him cuckold, that he may be of equal dignity with the rest of his brethren: so I must beg Belinda’s pardon.