Bel. I suppose he had very good Cause for't. They did not use you so well as you thought you deserv'd, Sir.
Lady Brute. They made themselves merry at your Expence, Sir.
Bel. Laugh'd when you sigh'd—
Lady Brute. Slept while you were waking—
Bel. Had your Porter beat—
Lady Brute. And threw your Billet-doux in the Fire.
Heart. Hey-day, I shall do more than rail presently.
Bel. Why, you won't beat us, will you?
Heart. I don't know but I may.
Const. What the Devil's coming here? Sir John in a Gown——And drunk, i'faith.