his Daughters, and give thee quiet possession of all.
[To _Wit._

Sir _Pat._ Fair Lady, you'll take me along with you?
[Snaps, pulls off his Hat, and comes up to her.

L. _Fan._ My Husband!--I'm betray'd--

Sir _Pat._ Husband! I do defy thee, Satan, thou greater Whore than she
of _Babylon_; thou Shame, thou Abomination to thy Sex.

L. _Fan._ Rail on, whilst I dispose my self to laugh at thee.

Sir _Pat._ _Leander_, call all the House in to be a Witness of our
Divorce.
[Exit _Lean._

L. _Fan._ Do, and all the World, and let 'em know the Reason.

Sir _Pat._ Methinks I find an Inclination to swear,--to curse my self
and thee, that I cou'd no better discern thee; nay, I'm so chang'd from
what I was, that I think I cou'd even approve of Monarchy and
Church-Discipline, I'm so truly convinc'd I have been a Beast and an Ass
all my Life.

Enter Lady _Knowell_, _Isabella_, _Lucretia_, _Leander_,
_Lodwick_, _Fanny_, &c.

L. _Kno._ Hah, Sir _Patient_ not dead?

Sir _Pat._ Ladies and Gentlemen, take notice that I am a Cuckold,
a crop-ear'd snivelling Cuckold.

Sir _Cred._ A Cuckold! sweet Sir, shaw, that's a small matter in a Man
of your Quality.

Sir _Pat._ And I beg your pardon, Madam, for being angry that you call'd
me so. [To L. _Kno._] And yours, dear _Isabella_, for desiring you to
marry my good Friend there [Points to _Wit._] whose name I perceive I
was mistaken in:--and yours, _Leander_, that I wou'd not take your
Advice long since: and yours, fair Lady, for believing you
honest,--'twas done like a credulous Coxcomb:--and yours, Sir, for
taking any of your Tribe for wise, learned or honest.
[To Sir _Credulous_.

_Wit._ Faith, Sir, I deceiv'd ye only to serve my Friend; and, Sir, your
Daughter is married to Mr _Knowell_: your Wife had all my stock of Love
before, Sir.
[_Lod._ and _Isab._ kneel.

Sir _Pat._ Why, God-a-mercy--some comfort that,--God bless ye.--I shall
love Disobedience while I live for't.

_Lod._ I am glad on't, Sir, for then I hope you will forgive _Leander_,
who has married my Sister, and not my Mother.

Sir _Pat._ How! has he served me so?--I'll make him my Heir for't, thou
hast made a Man of me, my Boy, and, faith, we will be merry,--Fair Lady,
you may depart in peace, fair Lady, restoring my Money, my Plate, my
Jewels and my Writings, fair Lady.--

L. _Fan._ You gave me no Money, Sir, prove it if you can; and for your
Land, 'twas not settled with this Pr