[He looks earnestly at 'em.
Lady Brute. Why, that many times takes off worse Smells.
Bel. Then he must smell very ill indeed.
Lady Brute. So some Men will, to keep their Wives from coming near 'em.
Bel. Then those Wives shou'd cuckold 'em at a distance.
He rises in a Fury, throws his Pipe at 'em, and drives 'em out. As they run off, Constant and Heartfree enter. Lady Brute runs against Constant.
Sir John.. 'Oons, get you gone up Stairs, you confederating Strumpets you, o I'll cuckold you, with a Vengeance!
Lady Brute. O Lord, he'll beat us, he'll beat us. Dear, dear Mr. Constant, save us!
[Exeunt.