_Mary._ Do not make me speak, sir, I am so humbled--so abash'd---- _Job._ Nonsense! we are sticking up for right. _Pereg._ Will you then speak, Mr. Rochdale? _Frank._ My father is bereft of a fortune, sir; but I must hesitate till his fiat is obtained, as much as if he possess'd it. _Sir Simon._ Nay, nay; follow your own inclinations now _Frank._ May I, sir? Oh, then, let the libertine now make reparation, and claim a wife. [_Running to MARY, and embracing her._ _Dennis._ His wife! Och! what a big dinner we'll have at the Red Cow! _Pereg._ What am I to say, sir? [_To SIR SIMON._ _Sir Simon._ Oh! you are to say what you please. _Pereg._ Then, bless you both! And, tho' I have passed so much of my life abroad, brother, English equity is dear to my heart. Respect the rights of honest John Bull, and our family concerns may be easily arranged. _Job._ That's upright. I forgive you, young man, for what has passed; but no one deserves forgiveness, who refuses to make amends, when he has disturb'd the happiness of an Englishman's fireside.