Heart. I wish we were; for I'm in no Humour to make either them or myself merry.
Const. Nay, I'm sure you'll make them merry enough, if I tell 'em why you are dull. But pr'ythee why so heavy and sad before you begin to be ill us'd?
Heart. For the same Reason, perhaps, that you are so brisk and well pleas'd; because both Pains and Pleasures are generally more considerable in Prospect, than when they come to pass.
Enter Lady Brute and Belinda, mask'd and poorly dress'd.
Const. How now! who are these? Not our Game, I hope.
Heart. If they are, we are e'en well enough serv'd, to come a-hunting here, when we had so much better Game in Chase elsewhere.
Lady Fan. [To Madamoiselle.] So, those are their Ladies, without doubt. But I'm afraid that Doily Stuff is not worn for want of better Clothes. They are the very Shape and Size of Belinda and her Aunt.
Madam. So dey be inteed, Matam.
Lady Fan. We'll slip into this close Arbour, where we may hear all they say.