O. Bell. By your favour, sir. Adod, a pretty spruce fellow! what may we call him?

Lady Town. Mr. Smirk, my Lady Biggot’s chaplain.

O. Bell. A wise woman! adod, she is. The man will serve for the flesh as well as the spirit. Please you, sir, to commission a young couple to go to bed together i’ God’s name? Harry.

Y. Bell. Here, sir.

O. Bell. Out a pise! without your mistress in your hand!

Smirk. Is this the gentleman?

O. Bell. Yes, sir.

Smirk. Are you not mistaken, sir?

O. Bell. Adod, I think not, sir.

Smirk. Sure you are, sir.

O. Bell. You look as if you would forbid the banns; Mr. Smirk, I hope you have no pretension to the lady?

Smirk. Wish him joy, sir! I have done him the good office to-day already.

O. Bell. Out a pise! what do I hear?

Lady Town. Never storm, brother, the truth is out.

O. Bell. How say you, sir? is this your wedding-day?

Y. Bell. It is, sir.

O. Bell. And, adod, it shall be mine too; give me thy hand, sweetheart. [To Emilia.] What dost thou mean? give me thy hand, I say.

[Emilia kneels, and Young Bellair.

Lady Town. Come, come give her your blessing; this is the woman your son loved and is married to.

O. Bell. Ha! cheated! cozened! and by your contrivance, sister!

Lady Town. What would you do with her? She’s a rogue, and you can’t abide her.

Med. Shall I hit her a pat for you, sir?

O. Bell. Adod, you are all rogues, and I never will forgive you.

Lady Town. Whither! whither away?

Med. Let him go and cool awhile.

Lady Wood. [to Dorimant]. Here’s a business broke out now; Mr. Courtage, I am made a fine fool of.

Dor. You see the old gentleman knows nothing of it.

Lady Wood. I find he did not. I shall have some trick put upon me if I stay in this wicked town any longer. Harriet! dear child! where art thou? I’ll into the country straight.