Const. We'll find ways to extend his Faith, Madam. But pray how do you find him this Morning?
Lady Brute. Most lamentably morose, chewing the Cud after last Night's Discovery, of which, however, he had but a confus'd Notion e'en now. But I'm afraid the Valet de Chambre has told him all; for they are very busy together at this Moment. When I told him of Belinda's Marriage, I had no other Answer but a Grunt: From which, you may draw what Conclusions you think fit. But to your Notes, Gentlemen, he's here.
Enter Sir John and Rasor.
Const. Good-morrow, Sir.
Heart. Good-morrow, Sir John; I'm very sorry my Indiscretion shou'd cause so much Disorder in your Family.
Sir John. Disorders generally come from Indiscretion, Sir; 'tis no strange thing at all.
Lady Brute. I hope, my Dear, you are satisfied there was no wrong intended you.
Sir John. None, my Dove.
Bel. If not, I hope my Consent to marry Mr. Heartfree will convince you. For as little as I know of Amours, Sir, I can assure you, one Intrigue is enough to bring four People together, without further Mischief.
Sir John. And I know too, that Intrigues tend to Procreation of more kinds than one. One Intrigue will beget another, as soon as beget a Son or a Daughter.