Heart. Upon those Terms I engage, Madam; and this (with your leave) I take for Earnest.
[Offering to kiss her Hand.
Bel. Hold there, Sir; I'm none of your Earnest-givers. But if I'm well serv'd, I give good Wages, and pay punctually.
[Heartf. and Bel. seem to continue talking familiarly.
Lady Fan. [Aside.] I don't like this jesting between 'em—Methinks the Fool begins to look as if he were in earnest.——But then he must be a Fool, indeed.——Lard, what a Difference there is between me and her! [Looking at Bel. scornfully.] How I shou'd despise such a Thing, if I were a Man!—--What a Nose she has!—What a Chin——What a Neck!—--Then her Eyes——And the worst kissing Lips in the Universe——No, no, he can never like her, that's positive——Yet I can't suffer 'em together any longer. Mr. Heartfree, do you know that you and I must have no Quarrel for all this? I can't forbear being a little severe now and then: But Women, you know, may be allowed any thing.
Heart. Up to a certain Age, Madam.
Lady Fan. Which I'm not yet past, I hope.
Heart. [Aside.] Nor never will, I dare swear.
Lady Fan. [To Lady Brute.] Come, Madam, will your Ladyship be Witness to our Reconciliation?