Sir _Morg._ As gad shall sa' me, Sir, you're a civil Person; and now I find you can endure a Woman, Sir, I'll give you leave to visit her.
Sir _Row._ Well, since we're all agreed, and that the Fiddles are here, adsnigs, we'll have a Dance, Sweet-heart, though thou hast out-witted me.
[Takes _Teresia_, _George_ takes Lady _Youthly_, &c. After the Dance, Lady _Youthly_ weeps.
_Geo._ What, weeping yet? Here, Mr. _Twang_, take the Lady to your Care; in these Cases, there's nothing like the Consolation of your young Chaplain.
The Widow, with young Jointure, and old Face, Affected Mein, and Amorous Grimace, Uses to fall to th' younger Brother's share; } But I by Fortune, and Industrious Care, } Have got one that's Rich, Witty, Young, and Fair. }
_FINIS._