_Myrt._ And I beg pardon of the whole company that I assumed the person of Sir Geoffry, only to be present at the danger of this lady being disposed of, and in her utmost exigence to assert my right to her; which, if her parents will ratify, as they once favoured my pretensions, no abatement of fortune shall lessen her value to me. _Luc._ Generous man! _Mr. Seal._ If, sir, you can overlook the injury of being in treaty with one who has meanly left her, as you have generously asserted your right in her, she is yours. _Luc._ Mr. Myrtle, though you have ever had my heart, yet now I find I love you more, because I bring you less. _Myrt._ We have much more than we want; and I am glad any event has contributed to the discovery of our real inclinations to each other. _Mrs. Seal._ Well! however, I'm glad the girl's disposed of, anyway. [_Aside._ _Bev._ Myrtle, no longer rivals now, but brothers! _Myrt._ Dear Bevil, you are born to triumph over me! but now our competition ceases; I rejoice in the pre-eminence of your virtue, and your alliance adds charms to Lucinda. _Sir J. Bev._ Now, ladies and gentlemen, you have set the world a fair example: your happiness is owing to your constancy and merit; and the several difficulties you have struggled with evidently show-- Whate'er the generous mind itself denies, The secret care of Providence supplies. [_Exeunt._ EPILOGUE. By MR. WELSTED. _Intended to be spoken by_ INDIANA. Our author, whom entreaties cannot move, Spite of the dear coquetry that you love, Swears he'll not frustrate (so he plainly means) By a loose Epilogue, his decent scenes. Is it not, sirs, hard fate I meet to-day, To keep me rigid still beyond the play? And yet I'm saved a world of pains that way. I now can look, I now can move at ease, Nor need I torture these poor limbs to please; Nor with the hand or foot attempt surprise, Nor wrest my features, nor fatigue my eyes: Bless me! what freakish gambols have I played! What motions tried, and wanton looks betrayed! Out of pure kindness all! to over-rule The threatened hiss, and screen some scribbling fool. With more respect I'm entertained to-night: Our author thinks I can with ease delight. My artless looks while modest graces arm, He says, I need but to appear, and charm. A wife so formed, by these examples bred, Pours joy and gladness round the marriage bed; Soft source of comfort, kind relief from care, And 'tis her least perfection to be fair. The nymph with Indiana's worth who vies, A nation will behold with Bevil's eyes. _THE SCHOOL OF ACTION._ (A FRAGMENT).