Lady T. O no! Sir Oliver S. Well, sir, and what have you to say now? Joseph S. Sir, I am so confounded, to find that Lady Sneerwell could be guilty of suborning Mr. Snake in this manner, to impose on us all, that I know not what to say: however, lest her revengeful spirit should prompt her to injure my brother, I had certainly better follow her directly. [Exit. Sir Peter T. Moral to the last drop! Sir Oliver S. Ay, and marry her, Joseph, if you can.-Oil and Vinegar, egad! you'll do very well together. Rowley. I believe we have no more occasion for Mr. Snake at present? Snake. Before I go, I beg pardon once for all, for whatever uneasiness I have been the humble instrument of causing to the parties present. Sir Peter T. Well, well, you have made atonement by a good deed at last. Snake. But I must request of the company, that it shall never be known. Sir Peter T. Hey!-What the plague !—Are you ashamed of having done a right thing once in your life? Snake. Ah, sir! consider,—I live by the bad ness of my character; I have nothing but my infamy to depend on! and if it were once known that I had been betrayed into an honest action, I should lose every friend I have in the world. Sir Oliver S. Well, well, we'll not traduce you by saying any thing in your praise, never fear. [Exit SNAKE. Sir Peter T. There's a precious rogue! Lady T. See, Sir Oliver, there needs no persuasion now to reconcile your nephew and Maria. Sir Oliver S. Ay, ay, that's as it should be, and egad we'll have the wedding to-morrow morning. Charles S. Thank you, dear uncle! Sir Peter T. What, you rogue! don't you ask the girl's consent first? Charles S. Oh, I have done that a long time -a minute ago and she has looked yes. Maria. For shame, Charles!-I protest, Sir Peter, there has not been a word. Sir Oliver S. Well, then, the fewer the better; -may your love for each other never know abatement! Sir Peter T. And may you live as happily together as Lady Teazle and I intend to do! Charles S. Rowley, my old friend, I am sure you congratulate me; and I suspect that I owe you much. Sir Oliver S. You do indeed, Charles. Rowley. If my efforts to serve you had not succeeded, you would have been in my debt for the attempt; but deserve to be happy, and you overpay me. Sir Peter T. Ay, honest Rowley always said you would reform. Charles S. Why, as to reforming, Sir Peter, I'll make no promises, and that I take to be a proof that I intend to set about it; but here shall be my monitor-my gentle guide-ah! can I leave the virtuous path those eyes illumine? Though thou, dear maid, shouldst wave thy beauty's sway, Thou still must rule, because I will obey: An humble fugitive from Folly view, No sanctuary near but Love and you; [To the audience. You can, indeed, each anxious fear remove, EPILOGUE, BY MR. COLMAN. Spoken by Lady TEAZLE. I, who was late so volatile and gay, Must I then watch the early crowing cock, The melancholy ticking of a clock; In a lone rustic hall for ever pounded, With dogs, cats, rats, and squalling brats surrounded? With humble curate can I now retire, (While good Sir Peter boozes with the squire), That pants for loo, or flutters at a vole? Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious town! And Lady Teazle's occupation's o'er! All this I told our bard; he smiled, and said 'twas clear, I ought to play deep tragedy next year. Meanwhile he drew wise morals from his play, Blest were the fair like you; her faults who stopt, Or play the fool at large on life's great stage. |