ut hark ye, Sirrah, this is a damn'd Trick of yours.

_Geo._ Sir, I found my Youth was fitter for her than your Age, and
you'll be as fond of a Grand-Child of my begetting as you would of a Son
of another Man's perhaps.

Sir _Row._ Thou'rt in the Right on't.

Sir _Mer._ Ha! Is Monsieur _Lejere_ then my Brother _George_?

_Geo._ Sir, Here's another Couple wants your Pardon; my Brother
_Merlin_, and my Lady _Diana_.

L. _Blun._ _Diana_! What, Sir _Harry Modish's_ Mistress?

_Dia._ Yes, he pawn'd me at the _Basset-Table_; and, in Revenge,
I resolv'd to marry the next Man of Fortune I met with.

Sir _Row._ The Fool had more Wit than I thought he had; for which I'll
give him a Thousand Pound a Year.

_Geo._ I humbly thank you, Sir.

_Mir._ Pray, Melancholy Sir, who are you in Mourning for?

Sir _Morg._ Alas, Madam, for a Person of Quality that was my Wife; but
rest her Soul, she's burnt.
[Weeps.
And I shall never see any thing again like her.

_Mir._ No! What think you of this Face, Sir?

Sir _Morg._ As Gad shall sa' me, as like as if the same.

L. _Blun._ In troth, and so she is.

_Prince._ 'Tis true, she was once your Wife; but I have preserv'd her
from the Flames, and I have most Right to her.

Sir _Morg._ That's a hard Case, Sir, that a Man must lose his Wife,
because another has more Right to her than himself; Is that Law, Sir?

_Prince._ Lover's Law, Sir.

L. _Blun._ Ay, ay, Son, 'tis the Fashion to marry one Week, and separate
the next. I'll set you a President for it my self.
[In this time _Welborn_ kneels with _Olivia_; _Sir Rowland_ takes
'em up, and kisses 'em.

Sir _Morg._ Nay, if it be the Fashion, I'll e'en into the Country, and
be merry with my Tenants, and Hawk, and Hunt, and Horse-match.

_Prince._ But now, Sir, I'll resign my Right to you, and content myself
with the Honour to have preserv'd her from the Fire.
[_Prince_ delivers _Mirtilla_ to Sir _Morgan_, who receives her.

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 lik