TOUCHIT.--Pooh, pooh, angel! You two ladies have never given the
poor fellow any peace. You were always quarrelling over him. You took
possession of his house, bullied his servants, spoiled his children; you
did, Lady Kicklebury.
LADY K.--Sir, you are a rude, low, presuming, vulgar man. Clarence! beat
this rude man!
TOUCHIT.--From what I have heard of your amiable son, he is not in the
warlike line, I think. My dear Julia, I am delighted with all my heart
that my old friend should have found a woman of sense, good conduct,
good temper--a woman who has had many trials, and borne them with great
patience--to take charge of him and make him happy. Horace, give me your
hand! I knew Miss Prior in great poverty. I am sure she will bear as
nobly her present good fortune; for good fortune it is to any woman to
become the wife of such a loyal, honest, kindly gentleman as you are!
Enter JOHN.