HARD. While I thought concealing your age, boy, was likely to conduce to your improvement, I concurred with your mother's desire, to keep it secret. But since I find she turns it to a wrong use, I must now declare, you have been of age these three months. TONY. Of age! Am I of age, father? HARD. Above three months. TONY. Then you'll see the first use I'll make of my liberty. (_Taking_ MISS NEVILLE'S _hand_.) Witness all men by these presents, that I, Anthony Lumpkin, Esquire, of _blank_ place, refuse you, Constantia Neville, spinster, of no place at all, for my true and lawful wife. So Constantia Neville may marry whom she pleases, and Tony Lumpkin is his own man again. SIR CHARLES. O brave 'squire! HAST. My worthy friend! MRS. HARD. My undutiful offspring! MARL. Joy, my dear George; I give you joy sincerely. And could I prevail upon my little tyrant here, to be less arbitrary, I should be the happiest man alive, if you would return me the favour. HAST. (_To_ MISS HARDCASTLE.) Come, madam, you are now driven to the very last scene of all your contrivances. I know you like him, I'm sure he loves you, and you must and shall have him. HARD. (_Joining their hands._) And I say so too. And, Mr. Marlow, if she makes as good a wife as she has a daughter, I don't believe you'll ever repent your bargain. So now to supper. To-morrow we shall gather all the poor of the parish about us; and the mistakes of the night shall be crowned with a merry morning. So, boy, take her; and as you have been mistaken in the mistress, my wish is, that you may never be mistaken in the wife. EPILOGUE, BY DR. GOLDSMITH. SPOKEN BY MRS. BULKLEY,