Lady Brute. You agree, then, at last?
Heart. [Slightingly.] We forgive.
Lady Fan. [Aside.] That was a cold, ill-natur'd Reply.
Lady Brute. Then there's no Challenges sent between you?
Heart. Not from me, I promise. [Aside to Constant.] But that's more than I'll do for her; for I know she can as well be damn'd as forbear writing to me.
Const. That I believe. But I think we had best be going, lest she should suspect something, and be malicious.
Heart. With all my heart.
Const. Ladies, we are your humble Servants. I see Sir John is quite engag'd, 'twould be in vain to expect him. Come, Heartfree.
[Exit.
Heart. Ladies, your Servant. [To Belinda.] I hope, Madam, you won't forget our Bargain; I'm to say what I please to you.