Heart. Why, for your sake I could forgive her, tho' she should be so complaisant to receive something else in his Absence. But what way shall we invent to see her?
Const. O, ne'er hope it: Invention will prove as vain as Wishes.
Enter Lady Brute and Belinda.
Heart. What do you think now, Friend?
Const. I think I shall swoon.
Heart. I'll speak first, then, whilst you fetch breath.
Lady Brute. We think ourselves oblig'd, Gentlemen, to come and return you thanks for your Knight-Errantry. We were just upon being devour'd by the fiery Dragon.
Bel. Did not his Fumes almost knock you down, Gentlemen?
Heart. Truly, Ladies, we did undergo some Hardships; and should have done more, if some greater Heroes than ourselves, hard by, had not diverted him.