Const. But what dost think will become of this Business?
Heart. 'Tis easier to think what will not come on't.
Const. What's that?
Heart. A Challenge. I know the Knight too well for that; his dear Body will always prevail upon his noble Soul to be quiet.
Const. But tho' he dare not challenge me, perhaps he may venture to challenge his Wife.
Heart. Not if you whisper him in the Ear, you won't have him do't; and there's no other way left, that I see. For as drunk as he was, he'll remember you and I were where we shou'd not be; and I don't think him quite Blockhead enough yet to be persuaded we were got into his Wife's Closet only to peep into her Prayer-Book.
Enter a Servant with a Letter.
Serv. Sir, here's a Letter; a Porter brought it.
Const. O ho, here's Instructions for us.