Rasor. One Moment brings Sunshine. [Shewing Madam.] 'Tis true, this is the Woman that tempted me, but this is the Serpent that tempted the Woman; and if my Prayers might be heard, her Punishment for so doing shou'd be like the Serpent's of old—[Pulls off Lady Fancyfull's Mask.] She should lie upon her Face all the Days of her Life.
All. Lady Fancyfull!
Bel. Impertinent!
Lady Brute. Ridiculous!
All. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
Bel. I hope your Ladyship will give me leave to wish you Joy, since you have own'd your Marriage yourself—[To Heart.] I vow 'twas strangely wicked in you to think of another Wife, when you had one already so charming as her Ladyship.
All. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
Lady Fan. [Aside.] Confusion seize 'em, as it seizes me!
Madam. Que le Diable e toute ce Mauraut de Rasor.
Bel. Your Ladyship seems disorder'd: A breeding Qualm, perhaps, Mr. Heartfree: Your Bottle of Hungary Water to your Lady. Why, Madam, he stands as unconcern'd, as if he were your Husband in earnest.