Just. Then, Mr. Constable, you may discharge her.

Sir J. Sir, your very humble servant. Will you please to accept of a bottle?

Just. I thank you kindly, madam: but I never drink in a morning. Good b’ye, madam! good b’ye!

Sir J. Mr. Justice, will you be so kind and obliging as to grant me one favour?

Just. Ay: What is it?

Sir J. That your worship would be so very obliging as to let me have the honour of a chaste salute. Won’t you?

Just. Good b’ye, madam!

Sir J. Good b’ye, good sir! [Exit Justice]. So now, Mr. Constable, shall you and I go pick up a whore together?

Con. No, thank you, madam: my wife’s enough to satisfy any reasonable man.

Sir J. [aside]. He, he he! The fool is married, then. Well, you won’t go?

Con. Not I, truly!

Sir J. Then I’ll go by myself; and you and your wife may go to the devil.

[Exit.

Con. [gazing after him]. Why, God-a-mercy, lady.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.—Spring Garden Constant and Heartfree cross the stage. As they go off, enter Lady Fanciful and Mademoiselle, masked, and dogging them.

Con. So! I think we are about the time appointed: let us walk up this way.

[Exit with Heartfree.

Lady F. Good! thus far I have dogged them without being discovered. ’Tis infallibly some intrigue that brings them to Spring Garden. How my poor heart is torn and racked with fear and jealousy! Let it be anything but that flirt Belinda, and I’ll try to bear it. But, if it proves her, all that’s woman in me shall be employed to destroy her.

[Exit after CONSTANT and HEARTFREE.

Re-enter CONSTANT and HEARTFREE. LADY FANCIFUL and MADEMOISELLE still following at a distance.

Con. I see no females yet, that have anything to say to us. I’m afraid we are bantered.

Heart. I wish we were, for I’m in no humour to make either them or myself merry.

Enter Lady BRUTE and BELINDA, masked, and poorly dressed.

Con. How now! Who are these? Not our game, I hope.