Howard.. What! were you Bobadil! Were you the little smart, well-made lieutenant? Albina. I was young Herbert, Sir; and I bless the disguise, not only for convincing me of the sincerity of my lover, but also for introducing me to my father-I hope you don't blame me, Sir. (To Mandeville.) Sir Sol. He blame you! No: Howard has most reason. What will your husband say to your strutting about in boy's clothes? Howard. Say! that I wish all women would wear the breeches before marriage, instead of afterwards. Copsley. Oh, Madam! how shall I thank you! ? You have saved me and my family from ruin. Cicely. You have, Madam! and we are all gratitude. Albina. This is your benefactor: you are to thank my father, not me. If you wish to do me a favor—why, there is one Cicely. Oh, name it, Madam! name it! Albina. Why, it rather concerns Sir Solomon than myself. Pray be kind enough to have the old curtain repaired, lest he should again wish to take cover behind it. And likewise, do send me some of the straw. I mean to be married in a straw hat and I'll have one manufactured out of Sir Solomon's stubble! -- Howard. One! We'll have a dozen! And our children shall wear them, in honor of their great-uncle's gallantry! Sir Sol. Gallantry! Psha! I've something better to think of than women. Howard. Indeed you have not. Come, come, Uncle-rail at the sex as much as you like, you must confess, that life is a blank without them; and the gaming-table, the bottle, and the sports of the field, are all so many substitutes-shadows! Woman is the true substance, after all—and, compared to her, all other objects are as the glow-worm to the sun! It may dazzle the sight but it can never warm the heart! Don't you think so, Albina ! Albina. I do, indeed. Women are certainly most superior creatures; and, if by accident they have any faults, men ought not to see them-at least, I hope that will be my case to-night. I have done and talked a great many foolish things: but having their hands and full pardon (Standing between Mandeville and Howard.), let me have yours and Albina will be the happiest of wives, and the most grateful of daughters. THE END. EPILOGUE: WRITTEN BY MILES PETER ANDREWS, ES2. SPOKEN BY MRS. JORDAN. THE world's a stage-and man has seven ages: That Woman plays her part as well as Man. First, how her infant heart with triumph swells, A school-girl then-she curls her hair in papers, And whispers all she hears to all she knows: "My governess has been in such a fuss "About the death of our old tabby puss "She wears black stockings-Ha! Ha!-What a pother, "'Cause one old cat's in mourning for another!" The Child of Nature-free from pride or pomp, Behold her now an ogling, vain coquette, At last the Dowager—in ancient flounces, With snuff and spectacles, this age denounces· And thus she moralises [Speaks like an old woman.] "How bold and forward each young flirt appears! Courtship, in my time, lasted seven years— "Now seven little months suffice of course, "For courting, marrying, scolding, and divorce! "What with their truss'd-up shapes and pantaloons, "Dress occupies the whole of honey-moons: They say we have no souls- but what more odd is, "Nor men, nor women now, have any bodies! "When I was young-my heart was always tender, "And my fourth died as happy as my first." As child, as sister, parent, friend, and wife, What is your boast, male rulers of the land? your Unless kind woman share your raptur'd hour; WOOD AND INNES, PRINTERS, POPPIN'S-COURT, FLEET-STREET. |