Const. But let's accept on't, however. Who knows what may happen?
Heart. Well, Sir, to shew you how fond we are of your Company, we'll expect your Return as long as we can.
Sir John. Nay, may be I mayn't stay at all. But Business, you know, must be done. So your Servant—Or hark you, if you have a mind to take a Frisk with us, I have an Interest with my Lord; I can easily introduce you.
Const. We are much beholden to you; but for my part, I'm engag'd another way.
Sir John. What! to your Mistress, I'll warrant. Pr'ythee, leave your nasty Punk to entertain herself with her own lewd Thoughts, and make one with us to-night.
Const. Sir, 'tis Business that is to employ me.
Heart. And me; and Business must be done, you know.
Sir John. Ay, Women's Business, tho' the World were consum'd for't.
[Exit Sir John.
Const. Farewel, Beast! And now, my dear Friend, would my Mistress be but as complaisant as some Men's Wives, who think it a piece of good Breeding to receive the Visits of their Husband's Friends in his Absence!