Heart. Pr'ythee say something, then, to encourage me; you know I help'd you in your Distress.
Const. Why, then, to encourage you to Perseverance, tho' you may be thoroughly ill-us'd for your Offences; I'll put you in mind, that even the coyest Ladies of 'em all are made up of Desires, as well as we; and tho' they do hold out a long time, they will capitulate at last. For that thundering Engineer, Nature, does make such havock in the Town, they must surrender at long run, or perish in their own Flames.
Enter a Footman.
Foot. Sir, there's a Porter without with a Letter; he desires to give it into your own Hands.
Const. Call him in.
Enter Porter.
Const. What, Joe! Is it thee?
Porter. An't please you, Sir, I was order'd to deliver this into your own Hands by two well-shap'd Ladies, at the New Exchange. I was at your Honour's Lodgings, and your Servants sent me hither.
Const. 'Tis well; are you to carry any Answer?
Porter. No, my noble Master. They gave me my Orders, and whip they were gone, like a Maidenhead at Fifteen.