Enter SERV ANTS. BUTLER. Juft as the fteward told us, lads! look you there, if he ben't with my Lady already! GARDINER. He! he he! what a joyful night will this be for Madam! COACHMAN. As I was coming in at the gate, a ftrange gentleman whisked by me; but he took to his heels, and made away to the George. If I did not fee mafter before me, I fhould have fworn it was his honour. GARDINER. Ha'ft given orders for the bells to be fet a ringing? Never trouble thy head about that, 'tis done. My dear, I long as much to tell you my whole ftory, as you do to hear it. In the mean while, I am to look upon this as my wedding-day. I'll have nothing but the voice of mirth and feafting in my house. My poor neighbours and my fervants thall rejoice with me. My hall fhall be free to every one, and let my cellars be thrown open. BUTLER. Ah! blefs your honour, may you never die again! The fame good man that ever he was! Whurra! GARDINER. Sir GEORGE. I Vellum, thou haft done me much fervice to-day. know thou lov'ft Abigal, but she's disappointed in a forIll make it up to both of you. I'll give thee a thousand pound with her. It is not fit there fhould be one fad heart in my house to-night. tune. LAD r LADY. What you do for Abigal, I know is meant as a compliment to me. This is a new initance of your love. ABIGAL. Mr. Vellum, you are a well spoken man: Pray do you thank my master and my Lady, Sir GEORGE. Vellum, I hope you are not displeased with the gift I make. VELLU M. The gift is two-fold. I receive from you 美 THE THE EPILOGUE, Spoken by Mrs OLDFIELD. O-night the poet's advocate I stand, And he deferves the favour at my hand, My help thus afk'd, I cou'd not choose but grant it, And really I thought the play wou'd want it. Void as it is of all the ufual arts To warm your fancies, and to steal your hearts: No court-intrigue, no city-cukoldom, But But turn upon the Ladies in the pit, And if they redden, you are fure 'tis wit. He draws a widow, who, of blameless carriage, A nymph of five and forty finds her mate. Too long has marriage, in this tafteless age, Whofe husbands, fhould they pry like mine to-night, THE |