_Count Bel_. Garzoon, I 'll pay it, and she shall go home
wid me. {289}

_Arch_. Ha! ha! ha! French all over.-- Do you know,
sir, what ten thousand pounds English is?

_Count Bel_. No, begar, not justement.

_Arch_. Why, sir, 'tis a hundred thousand livres.

_Count Bel_. A hundre tousand livres! Ah! garzoon, me
canno' do't, your beauties and their fortunes are
both too much for me.

_Arch_. Then I will.--This night's adventure has proved
strangely lucky to us all--for Captain Gibbet in his
walk had made bold, Mr. Sullen, with your study
and escritoir, and had taken out all the writings of
your estate, all the articles of marriage with this
lady, bills, bonds, leases, receipts to an infinite
value: I took 'em from him, and I deliver 'em to
Sir Charles.

[_Gives Sir Charles Freeman a parcel of
papers and parchments_.

_Squire Sul_. How, my writings!--my head aches
consumedly.--Well, gentlemen, you shall have her
fortune, but I can't talk. If you have a mind, Sir
Charles, to be merry, and celebrate my sister's
wedding and my divorce, you may command my
house--but my head aches consumedly.--Scrub,
bring me a dram.

_Arch_. [_To Mrs. Sullen_.] Madam, there's a country
dance to the trifle that I sung to-day; your hand,
and we'll lead it up.

_Here a Dance_.

Twould be hard to guess which of these parties is
the better pleased, the couple joined, or the couple
parted; the one rejoicing in hopes of an untasted
happiness, and the other in their deliverance from
an experienced misery.
Both happy in their several states we find,
Those parted by consent, and those conjoined.
Consent, if mutual, saves the lawyer's fee.
Consent is law enough to set you free.

[_Exeunt omnes_.

EPILOGUE

_Designed to be spoken in 'The Beaux-Stratagem'_.

If to our play your judgment can't be kind,
Let its expiring author pity find:
Survey his mournful case with melting eyes,
Nor let the bard be damn'd before he dies.
Forbear, you fair, on his last scene to frown,
But his true exit with a plaudit crown;
Then shall the dying poet cease to fear
The dreadful knell, while your applause he hear.
At Leuctra so the conquering Theban died,
Claim'd his friends' praises, but their tears denied:
Pleased in the pangs of death he greatly thought
Conquest with loss of life but cheaply bought
The difference this, the Greek was one would fight
As brave, though not so gay, as Serjeant Kite;
Ye sons of Wil