Lady Brute. 'Tis true; and since we see Fate has designed you for our Guardians, 'twill make us the more willing to trust ourselves in your Hands. But you must not have the worse Opinion of us for our innocent Frolick.
Heart. Ladies, you may command our Opinions in every thing that is to your Advantage.
Bel. Then, Sir, I command you to be of Opinion, That Women are sometimes better than they appear to be.
[Lady Brute and Constant talk apart.
Heart. Madam, you have made a Convert of me in every thing. I'm grown a Fool: I cou'd be fond of a Woman.
Bel. I thank you, Sir, in the Name of the whole Sex.
Heart. Which Sex nothing but yourself cou'd ever have aton'd for.
Bel. Now has my Vanity a devilish Itch, to know in what my Merit consists.
Heart. In your Humility, Madam, that keeps you ignorant it consists at all.