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Enter S ER VAN TS.
BUT LE R. Just as the Steward told us, Lads! Look you there, if he ben't with my Lady already.
G A R D I N E R. He! he! he ! what a joyful night will this be for Madam !
CO A C H M A N. As I was coming in at the gate, a strange gentleman whisk'd by me; but he took to his heels, and made away to the George.
If I did not fee master before, I fou'd have sworn it had been his Honour.
G A R D I N E R.
CO A C H M A N.
Sir GEORGE (to Lady.] My Dear, I long as much to tell you my whole ftory, as you do to hear it. In the mean while, I am to look upon this as my wedding day. I'll have nothing but the voice of mirth and feafting in my house. My poor neighbours and my servants shall rejoice with me. My hall shall be free to every one, and let my cellars be
BUT LE R.
COACH MA N.
G A R D I N E R.
Sir GEORG E. Vellum, thou hast done me much service to-day. I know thou lov'st Abigal, but she's disappointed in a fortune. I'll make it up to both of you. I'll give thee a M 3
thousand pound with her. It is not fit there shou'd be one sad heart in my house to night.
'L A DY. What
you do for Abigal, I know is mcant as a com. pliment to me. This is a new instance of
love. A BIG AL. Mr. Vellum, you are a 'well-spoken Man: Pray do you thank my Máster and my Lady.
- Sir GEORG E. Vellum, I hope you are not displeas'd with the Gift I make.
V E L L U M.
The gift is two-fold. I receive from you
E PIL OG U E,
Spoken by Mrs. OLDFIELD.
's one behind the wainscot in referue.
My help thus ask'd, I cou'd not choose but grant it,
but a Drum
But turn upon the Ladies in the pit,
Proteet him then, ye Fair-ones ; for the Fair Of all conditions are bis equal care. He drabus a Widow, who, of blameless carriage, True to her jointure, hates a second marriage ; And to improve a virtuous wife's delights, Out of one Man contrives two wedding-nights. Nay, to oblige the sex in every flate, A nymph of five and forty finds her mate.
Too long has Marriage, in this tasteless age, With ill-bred rallery Supply'd the flage; No little Scribler is of wit fo bare, But has his fling at the poor wedded pair. Our Author deals not in conceits so ftale : For fou'd th' examples of his Play prevail, No man need blush, tho' true to marriage-vows, Nor be a jest tho' he shou'd love his spouse. Thus has he done you British conforts right, Whose Husbands, shou'd they pry like mine to-night, Wou'd never find you
conduet slipping, Tbo' they turn'd Conjurers to take you tripping.