Sir _Tun._ Art thou Brother to that Noble Peer----Why then, that Noble Peer, and thee, and thy Wife, and the Nurse, and the Priest----may all go and be damn'd together. [_Exit Sir ~Tun~._ _Lord Fop._ [_Aside._] Naw, for my part, I think the wisest thing a Man can do with an aking Heart, is to put on a serene Countenance; for a Philosaphical Air is the most becoming thing in the Warld to the Face of a Person of Quality; I will therefore bear my Disgrace like a Great Man, and let the People see I am above an Affrant. [_To_ Young Fash.] Dear _Tam_, since Things are thus fallen aut, pr'ythee give me leave to wish thee Jay. I do it _de bon Cœur_, strike me dumb: you have marry'd a Woman beautiful in her Person, charming in her Airs, prudent in her Canduct, canstant in her Inclinations, and of a nice Marality, split my Wind-pipe. _Young Fash._ Your Lardship may keep up your Spirits with your Grimace, if you please; I shall support mine with this Lady, and two thousand Pound a-year. _Taking Miss._] Come, Madam: We once again, you see, are Man and Wife, And now, perhaps, the Bargain's struck for Life: If I mistake, and we shou'd part again. At least you see you may have choice of Men: Nay, shou'd the War at length such Havock make, That Lovers shou'd grow scarce, yet for your sake, Kind Heaven always will preserve a Beau-- _Pointing to_ Lord Fop.] You'll find his Lordship ready to come to. } } _Lord Fop._ Her Ladyship shall stap my Vitals, if I do. } [Illustration] EPILOGUE, Spoken by Lord =Foppington=. Gentlemen and Ladies,