Lady Brute. But was you never in Love, Sir?
Heart. No, I thank Heav'n, Madam.
Bel. Pray, where got you your Learning, then?
Heart. From other People's Expence.
Bel. That's being a Spunger, Sir, which is scarce honest: If you'd buy some Experience with your own Money, as 'twould be fairlier got, so 'twould stick longer by you.
Enter Footman.
Foot. Madam, here's my Lady Fancyfull, to wait upon your Ladyship.
Lady Brute. Shield me, kind Heaven! What an Inundation of Impertinence is here coming upon us!
Enter Lady Fancyfull, who runs first to Lady Brute, then to Belinda, kissing 'em.
Lady Fan. My dear Lady Brute, and sweet Belinda, methinks 'tis an Age since I saw you.