Heart. No, we can't sup together, because we have some Affairs elsewhere. But if you'll accept of these two Ladies, we'll be so complaisant to you, to resign our Right in 'em.
Bel. [Aside.] Lord, what shall we do?
Sir John. Let me see; their Clothes are such damn'd Clothes, they won't pawn for the Reckoning.
Heart. Sir John, your Servant. Rapture attend you!
Const. Adieu, Ladies, make much of the Gentleman.
Lady Brute. Why, sure, you won't leave us in the Hands of a drunken Fellow to abuse us.
Sir John. Who do you call a drunken Fellow, you Slut you? I'm a Man of Quality; the King has made me a Knight.
[Heart. runs off.
Heart. Ay, ay, you are in good Hands! Adieu, Adieu!
Lady Brute. The Devil's Hands: Let me go, or I'll—For Heaven's sake, protect us!