Heart. Why, what the plague have you been doing, knight?

Sir J. Why, I have been beating the watch, and scandalising the women of quality.

Heart. A very good account, truly!

Sir J. And what do you think I’ll do next?

Con. Nay, that no man can guess.

Sir J. Why, if you’ll let me sup with you, I’ll treat both your strumpets.

Lady B. [aside]. Oh, lord! we are undone.

Heart. No, we can’t sup together, because we have some affairs elsewhere. But if you’ll accept of these two ladies, we’ll be so complaisant to you to resign our right in them.

Bel. [aside]. Lord! what shall we do?

Sir J. Let me see; their clothes are such d—d clothes, they won’t pawn for the reckoning.

Heart. Sir John, your servant. Raptures attend you.

Con. Adieu, ladies; make much of the gentleman.

Lady B. Why, sure, you won’t leave us in the hands of a drunken fellow, to abuse us?

Sir J. Who do you call a drunken fellow, you slut you! I’m a man of quality: the king has made me a knight.

Heart. Ay, ay, you are in good hands; adieu, adieu! [Runs off.

Lady B. The devil’s hands! let me go, or I’ll—for heaven’s sake protect us!

[Breaks from Sir J. runs to CONSTANT, twitching off her mask, and clapping it on again.

Sir J. I’ll devil you, you jade, you! I’ll demolish your ugly face.

Re-enter HEARTFREE, BELINDA runs to him, and shews her face.

Heart. Hold, thou mighty man! Lookye! sir, we did but jest with you. These are ladies of our acquaintance, that we had a mind to frighten a little; but now you must leave us.

Sir J. Oons! I won’t leave you, not I.

Heart. Nay, but you must, though; and, therefore, make no words on’t.

Sir J. Then you are a couple of d—d uncivil fellows; and I hope your punks will give you sauce to your mutton.

[Exit.

Lady B. Oh! I shall never come to myself again, I’m so frightened!

Con. ’Tis a narrow escape, indeed.

Bel. Women must have frolics, you see, whatever they cost them.