SCENE I.Sir J
Sir JOHN BRUTE, Lady BRUTE, and BELINDA discovered, rising from the table.
Sir J. Here, take away the things: I expect company. But, first, bring me a pipe; Ill smoke.
[To a Servant.
Lady B. Lord! Sir John, I wonder you wont leave that nasty custom.
Sir J. Prythee, dont be impertinent.
Bel. [to Lady B]. I wonder who those are he expects this afternoon.
Lady B. Id give the world to know. Perhaps tis Constant; he comes here sometimes: if it does prove him, Im resolved Ill share the visit.
Bel. Well send for our work, and sit here.
Lady B. Hell choke us with his tobacco.
Bel. Nothing will choke us, when we are doing what we have a mind to. Lovewell!
Lady B. Here, bring my cousins work and mine hither. [Exit L
Sir J. Why, pox! cant you work somewhere else?
Lady B. We shall be careful not to disturb you, sir.
Bel. Your pipe would make you too thoughtful, uncle, if you were left alone; our prittle prattle will cure your spleen.
Sir J. Will it so, Mrs. Pert? Now I believe it will so increase it [Sitting and smoking] I shall take my own house for a papermill.
Lady B. [aside to BEL.]. Dont lets mind him; let him say what he will.
Sir J. A womans tongue a cure for the spleen! Oons! if a man had got the headache, theyd be for applying the same remedy.
Lady B. You have done a good deal, Belinda, since yesterday.
Bel. Yes, I have worked very hard; how do you like it?
Lady B. Oh! tis the prettiest fringe in the world! Well, cousin, you have the happiest fancy! prythee, advise me about altering my crimson petticoat.
Sir J. Dn your petticoat! heres such a prating, a man cant digest his own thoughts for you.
Lady B. Dont answer him. [Aside.] Well, what do you advise me?
Bel. Why, really, I would not alter it at all. Methinks tis very pretty as it is.
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