Sul. Your hand. Mrs. Sul. Here. Sul. These hands joined us; these shall part usAway! Mrs. Sul. East. Sul. West. Mrs. Sul. North. Sul. South: as far as the poles asunder. Foig. Upon my shoul, a very pretty sheremony! Sir C. Now, Mr. Sullen, there wants only my sister's fortune to make us easy. Sul. Sir Charles, you love your sister, and I love her fortune; every one to his fancy. Arch. Then you won't refund? Sul. Not a stiver. Arch. What is her portion? Sir C. Ten thousand pounds, sir. Arch. I'll pay it: my lord, I thank him, has enabled me; and, if the lady pleases, she shall go home with me. This night's adventure has proved strangely lucky to us all-For Captain Gibbet, in his walk, has made bold, Mr. Sullen, with your study and scrutoire, and has taken out all the writings of your estate, all the articles of marriage with your lady, bills, bonds, leases, receipts, to an infinite value; I took them from him, and will deliver them to Sir Charles. 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. Foig. And put a sup in the top for myself. [Ereunt FoIGARD and SULLEN. Arch. "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 hap piness, and the other in their deliverance from an experienced misery. Both happy in their several states, we find: [Exeunt Omnes. THE END. |