Const. Tho' I'm glad of the Service you are pleas'd to say we have done you, yet I'm sorry we could do it in no other way, than by making ourselves privy to what you would perhaps have kept a Secret.
Lady Brute. For Sir John's part, I suppose he design'd it no Secret, since he made so much Noise. And for myself, truly I'm not much concern'd, since 'tis fallen only into this Gentleman's Hands and yours; who, I have many Reasons to believe, will neither interpret nor report any thing to my disadvantage.
Const. Your good Opinion, Madam, was what I fear'd I never could have merited.
Lady Brute. Your Fears were vain, then, Sir; for I'm just to every body.
Heart. Pr'ythee, Constant, what is't you do to get the Ladies good Opinions? for I'm a Novice at it.
Bel. Sir, will you give me leave to instruct you?
Heart. Yes, that I will, with all my Soul, Madam.
Bel. Why, then, you must never be slovenly, never be out of humour, fare well and cry Roast-meat, smoak Tobacco, nor drink but when you are dry.
Heart. That's hard.
Const. Nay, if you take his Bottle from him, you break his Heart, Madam.