[Exit Heartfree.
Bel. Liberty of Speech entire, Sir.
Lady Fan. [Aside.] Very pretty truly—But how the Blockhead went out—languishing at her, and not a Look toward me!—Well, Churchmen may talk, but Miracles are not ceas'd. For 'tis more than natural, such a rude Fellow as he, and such a little Impertinent as she, should be capable of making a Woman of my Sphere uneasy. But I can bear her sight no longer——methinks she's grown ten times uglier than Cornet. I must home, and study Revenge. [To Lady Brute.] Madam, your humble Servant; I must take my leave.
Lady Brute. What, going already, Madam?
Lady Fan. I must beg you'll excuse me this once; for really I have eighteen Visits to return this Afternoon: So you see I'm importun'd by the Women as well as the Men.
Bel. [Aside.] And she's quits with them both.
Lady Fan. [Going.] Nay, you shan't go one Step out of the Room.
Lady Brute. Indeed I'll wait upon you down.
Lady Fan. No, sweet Lady Brute, you know I swoon at Ceremony.
Lady Brute. Pray give me leave.