_Man._ No compliments, dear Sir,----I am not at leisure now to receive
them: Mr. _Constable_, will you be so good as to wait upon this
gentleman into the next room, and give this lady in marriage to him?
_Const._ Sir, I'll do it faithfully.
Count _Bas._ Well! five hundred will serve to make a handsome push
with, however.
[_Exeunt Count, ~Myr.~ and Constable._
Sir _Fran._ And that I may be sure my family's rid of him for
ever----come, my Lady, let's even take our children along with us, and
be all witness of the ceremony.
[_Exeunt Sir ~Fran~, Lady ~Wrong~, Miss and Squire._
_Man._ Now, my Lord, you may enter.
_Enter Lord and Lady ~Townly~, and Lady ~Grace~._
Lord _Town._ So, Sir, I give you joy of your negotiation.
_Man._ You overheard it all, I presume?
Lady _Grace._ From first to last, Sir.
Lord _Town._ Never were knaves and fools better dispos'd of.
_Man._ A sort of poetical justice, my Lord, not much above the judgment
of a modern comedy.
Lord _Town._ To heighten that resemblance, I think, sister, there only
wants your rewarding the hero of the fable, by naming the day of his
happiness.
Lady _Grace._ This day, to-morrow, every hour, I hope, of life to come,
will shew I want not inclination to complete it.
_Man._ Whatever I may want, Madam, you will always find endeavours to
deserve you.
Lord _Town._ Then all are happy.
Lady _Town._ Sister! I give you joy! consummate as the happiest pair
can boast.
In you methinks, as in a glass, I see
The happiness that once advanc'd to me.
So visible the bliss, so plain the way,
How was it possible my sense could stray?
But now, a convert, to this truth, I come,
That married happiness is never found from home.