L. _Youth._ Why, _Lettice_ tells me, she went to buy some Trifles to adorn her this Night--Her Governante is with her, and my Steward.
Enter Mr. _Tw.a.n.g_.
_Tw.a.n.g._ Alas, what pity "tis; the Supper is quite spoil"d, and no Bridegroom come!
_A Noise of hallowing without, and Musick._
Enter Lady _Blunder_.
L. _Blun._ Bless us! Here"s a whole Regiment of Liveries, Coaches, and Flambeaux at the Door! the Fops of the Town have heard of a Wedding, and are come in Masquerade.
Enter Musick playing; after them, Prince _Frederick_, leading _Mirtilla_, _George_ leading _Teresia_; Sir _Merlin_, _Diana_; Mrs. _Manage_, _Britton_; Pages, and Footmen, all in Masquerade.
Sir _Morgan_ comes in, all in Mourning; _Welborn_, and _Olivia_.
Sir _Mer._ Hearing of a high Wedding, Sir, we made bold (as the saying is) to give you Joy. Sir, are not you the Bridegroom?
_Ter._ Where"s your Bride, Sir? Ha! ha! ha!
Sir _Mer._ Ay, ay, where"s your Bride?
Sir _Row._ What"s that to you, _Sir_ c.o.xcomb?
Sir _Mer._ Hum--how the devil came he to know me now?--Is this reverend Gentlewoman your Lady, Sir?
Sir _Row._ Ounds, they come to mock us!--Hark ye, hark ye, Tawdrums, if you are Men, shew your Faces; if Apes, play over your Monkey-Tricks and be gone, d"ye hear.--We are not at leisure for Fooling.
_Geo._ Be but at leisure, Sir, to pardon [_George_ kneels.
this one Disobedience of my Life, and all the rest I"ll dedicate to please and humour you. Sir, I am marry"d.
[Pulls off his Mask.
Sir _Row._ What the Devil"s that to me, Sir?
_Geo._ Do not you know me, Sir?
Sir _Row._ No, Sir, nor don"t care to know any such flaunting c.o.xcombs.
_Geo._ Look on me, Sir.
[Looks on him, knows him, goes away, and returns.
Sir _Row._ Hum, hum, hum--
_Ter._ It is your Son, Sir, your darling Son, who has sav"d your Life from Insolence.
Sir _Row._ Hum--_Teresia_!
L. _Youth._ How, _Teresia_! what, robb"d me of my intended Husband? Oh, undone! undone!
[Falls into a Chair.
Sir _Row._ And hast thou, after all, served me such a Rogue"s Trick, thou ungracious Varlet? What, cuckold thine own Father!
_Geo._ Oh, do not frown, I cannot bear your Anger! Here will I hang for ever till you Pardon me.
[Clasps his Knees.
Sir _Row._ Look--look--now cannot I be angry with the good-natur"d young Rogue.
[Weeps.
Well, _George_--But hark ye, Sirrah, this is a d.a.m.n"d Trick of yours.
_Geo._ Sir, I found my Youth was fitter for her than your Age, and you"ll be as fond of a Grand-Child of my begetting as you would of a Son of another Man"s perhaps.
Sir _Row._ Thou"rt in the Right on"t.
Sir _Mer._ Ha! Is Monsieur _Lejere_ then my Brother _George_?
_Geo._ Sir, Here"s another Couple wants your Pardon; my Brother _Merlin_, and my Lady _Diana_.
L. _Blun._ _Diana_! What, Sir _Harry Modish"s_ Mistress?
_Dia._ Yes, he p.a.w.n"d me at the _Ba.s.set-Table_; and, in Revenge, I resolv"d to marry the next Man of Fortune I met with.
Sir _Row._ The Fool had more Wit than I thought he had; for which I"ll give him a Thousand Pound a Year.
_Geo._ I humbly thank you, Sir.
_Mir._ Pray, Melancholy Sir, who are you in Mourning for?
Sir _Morg._ Alas, Madam, for a Person of Quality that was my Wife; but rest her Soul, she"s burnt.
[Weeps.
And I shall never see any thing again like her.
_Mir._ No! What think you of this Face, Sir?
Sir _Morg._ As Gad shall sa" me, as like as if the same.
L. _Blun._ In troth, and so she is.
_Prince._ "Tis true, she was once your Wife; but I have preserv"d her from the Flames, and I have most Right to her.
Sir _Morg._ That"s a hard Case, Sir, that a Man must lose his Wife, because another has more Right to her than himself; Is that Law, Sir?
_Prince._ Lover"s Law, Sir.
L. _Blun._ Ay, ay, Son, "tis the Fashion to marry one Week, and separate the next. I"ll set you a President for it my self.
[In this time _Welborn_ kneels with _Olivia_; _Sir Rowland_ takes "em up, and kisses "em.
Sir _Morg._ Nay, if it be the Fashion, I"ll e"en into the Country, and be merry with my Tenants, and Hawk, and Hunt, and Horse-match.
_Prince._ But now, Sir, I"ll resign my Right to you, and content myself with the Honour to have preserv"d her from the Fire.
[_Prince_ delivers _Mirtilla_ to Sir _Morgan_, who receives her.