Mrs. Knight. Oh, my lord, I am sure Sir Anthony is too noble to let the sordid consideration of money be a bar to the happiness of two faithful lovers Sir A. Bran. On the contrary, madam, I am charmed that my nephew has such an opportunity of shewing the generosity inherent in the family of the Branvilles, by contemning riches, in comparison of beauty. Col. Med. Indeed, Sir Anthony, he deserves all your affection; for though I know he dotes on my sister, yet hearing that you addressed her, he resolved to give her up. Mrs. Knight. Generous young man! Sir A. Bran. Ah, ladies, see what delight the little sportive god takes in persecuting us true lovers!-My lord, if my nephew has your consent, I assure you, I will render him in point of fortune, worthy of the lady of his heart. Lord Med. Sir, after an instance of such generosity, your alliance must be doubly acceptable to me. Mrs. Knight. And now, Sir Anthony, I hope you will return to your lawful sovereign. Sir A. Bran. Arbitress of my fate, thus I reassume my happy bondage [He kneels, and takes Mrs. Knightly's hand. Enter Sir HARRY and Lady FLUTTER. Sir H. Flut. What the deuce is all this! my uncle in heroics at my widow's feet! every thing's topsyturvy, I think-My lord! Lady Medway! an explanation quickly, for Heaven's sake! Miss Medway gave us a hint of some strange things that were going forward here What are you all about? Lady Flut. Dear Mrs. Knightly, I absolutely die with curiosity! Sir H. Flut. My dear, that's a disease that will never kill you, for you have been wonderfully subject to it ever since you and I were acquainted. Lady Flut. Pr'ythee, Sir Harry, let your tongue keep pace with your wit, and then you will not talk so fast.-Tell me, do, Mrs. Knightly. Sir H. Flut. No, don't, Mrs. Knightly-My dear, you really put me in mind of the cat in the fable, who was metamorphosed into a fine lady; but upon the first temptation-slap-egad she was a cat again. Lady Flut. And you put me in mind Lady Med. Take care, my dear, take care. [Draws her aside. Lord Med. Beware of a relapse, Lady Flutter, you are now happy if you are inclined to continue so. [Aside to her. Lady Flut. So, my lord! who has metamorphosed you, pray? Lord Med. Lady Medway. Mrs. Knight. My dear Lady Flutter, you shall know all at another opportunity. For the present, I am sure it will give you pleasure to wish the colonel and my sister joy on their happy union, to which my lord has consented. You are to congratulate Miss Medway too on her approaching nuptials with Mr. Branville. Sir A. Bran. And you are to felicitate me, niece Flutter, on being permitted the transcendent happiness of once more basking in the sunshine of this lady's favour. Lord Med. And you are all to congratulate me, upon a double occasion; first, on that of being perfectly blessed in domestic joys; and next, that of seeing me a thoroughly reformed man. [Exeunt omnes. M EPILOGUE. WHAT strange odd maggots fill an author's pate! down. Hold, friend, she cry'd-I think I've hit the way For, while the prologue bids our own be sovʼreign, THE END. |