Const. Madam, we don't intend to forfeit your future Favours by an indiscreet Usage of this. The Moment you give us the Signal, we shan't fail to make our Retreat.
Lady Brute. Upon those Conditions, then, let us sit down to Cards.
Enter Lovewell.
Lov. O Lord, Madam, here's my Master just staggering in upon you; he has been quarrelsome yonder, and they have kick'd him out of the Company.
Lady Brute. Into the Closet, Gentlemen, for Heaven's sake; I'll wheedle him to Bed, if possible.
[Const. and Heart. run into the Closet.
Enter Sir John, all dirt and bloody.
Lady Brute. Ah——Ah——he's all over Blood!
Sir John. What the plague does the Woman—squall for? Did you never see a Man in Pickle before?
Lady Brute. Lord, where have you been?