Doct. Ay, ay, you're right. Just. Is he? then I'm sure I must be wrongHere, sir, I give my daughter to you, who are the most impudent dog I ever saw in my life. Lieut. O, sir, say what you please; with such a gift as Lauretta, every word is a compliment. Bri. Well, my lovee, I think this will be a good subject for us to quarrel about the rest of our lives. Just. Why, truly, my dear, I think so, though we are seldom at a loss for that. Doct. This is all as it should be. My Alexander, I give you joy, and you, my little goddaughter; and now my sincere wish is, that you may make just such a wife as my poor dear Dolly. |