Lady Brute. I'd give the World to know: Perhaps 'tis Constant—he comes here sometimes: if it does prove him, I'm resolv'd I'll share the Visit.
Bel. We'll send for our Work, and sit here.
Lady Brute. He'll choak us with his Tobacco.
Bel. Nothing will choak us when we are doing what we have a mind to. Lovewell!
Enter Lovewell.
Lov. Madam.
Lady Brute. Here; bring my Cousin's Work and mine hither.
[Exit Lov. and re-enters with their Work.
Sir John. Whu! Pox, can't you work somewhere else?
Lady Brute. We shall be careful not to disturb you, Sir.