Const. I am very sorry, Sir, to see you still seem unsatisfy'd with a Lady, whose more than common Virtue, I am sure were she my Wife, shou'd meet a better Usage.
Sir John. Sir, if her Conduct has put a Trick upon her Virtue, her Virtue's the Bubble, but her Husband's the Loser.
Const. Sir, you have receiv'd a sufficient Answer already, to justify both her Conduct and mine. You'll pardon me for meddling in your Family-affairs; but I perceive I am the Man you are jealous of, and therefore it concerns me.
Sir John. Wou'd it did not concern me, and then I shou'd not care who it concern'd.
Const. Well, Sir, if Truth and Reason won't content you, I know but one way more, which, if you think fit, you may take.
Sir John. Lord, Sir, you are very hasty! If I had been found at Prayers in your Wife's Closet, I should have allow'd you twice as much time to come to yourself in.
Const. Nay, Sir, if Time be all you want, we have no Quarrel.
Heart. I told you how the Sword wou'd work upon him.
[Sir John muses.