Squire Sul. South.

Mrs. Sul. East.

Squire Sul. West—far as the poles asunder.

Count Bel. Begar, the ceremony be vera pretty!

Sir Chas. Now, Mr. Sullen, there wants only my sister’s fortune to make us easy.

Squire Sul. Sir Charles, you love your sister, and I love her fortune; every one to his fancy.

Arch. Then you won’t refund;

Squire Sul. Not a stiver.

Arch. Then I find, madam, you must e’en go to your prison again.

Count Bel. What is the portion?

Sir Chas. Ten thousand pounds, sir.

Count Bel. Garzoon, I’ll pay it, and she shall go home wid me.

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.

[Exeunt omnes.