Med. You begin to be jealous in earnest.

Dor. Of one I do not love?

Med. You did love her.

Dor. The fit has long been over.

Med. But I have known men fall into dangerous relapses when they have found a woman inclining to another.

Dor. [to himself]. He guesses the secret of my heart! I am concerned, but dare not show it lest Belinda should mistrust all I have done to gain her.

Bel. [aside]. I have watched his look, and find no alteration there: did he love her, some signs of jealousy would have appeared.

Dor. I hope this happy evening, madam, has reconciled you to the scandalous Mall; we shall have you now hankering here again.

Lov. Sir Fopling, will you walk?

Sir Fop. I am all obedience, madam.

Lov. Come along then, and let’s agree to be malicious on all the ill-fashioned things we meet.

Sir Fop. We’ll make a critique on the whole Mall, madam.

Lov. Belinda, you shall engage—

Bel. To the reserve of our friends, my dear.

Lov. No, no exceptions—

Sir Fop. We’ll sacrifice all to our diversion.

Lov. All—all—

Sir Fop. All.

Bel. All? Then let it be. [Exeunt Sir Fopling, Loveit, Belinda, and Pert. laughing.

Med. Would you had brought some more of your friends, Dorimant, to have been witnesses of Sir Fopling’s disgrace and your triumph.

Dor. ’Twere unreasonable to desire you not to laugh at me; but pray do not expose me to the town this day or two.

Med. By that time you hope to have regained your credit?

Dor. I know she hates Fopling, and only makes use of him in hope to work me on again; had it not been for some powerful considerations which will be removed to-morrow morning, I had made her pluck off this mask and show the passion that lies panting under.

Enter a Footman.

Med. Here comes a man from Bellair, with news of your last adventure.