_Sav._ Yes, claims; Lady Frances was born to be the ornament of Courts. She is sufficiently alarmed, not to wander beyond the reach of her Protector;--and, from the British Court, the most tenderly-anxious Husband could not wish to banish his Wife. Bid her keep in her eye the bright Example who presides there; the splendour of whose rank yields to the superior lustre of her Virtue. _Sir Geo._ I allow the force of your argument. Now for intelligence! _Enter Mrs._ Racket, _Lady_ Frances, _and_ Flutter. _Mrs. Rack._ Oh! Heav'ns! do you know---- _Flut._ Let me tell the story----As soon as Doricourt-- _Mrs. Rack._ I protest you sha'n't--said Mr. Hardy---- _Flut._ No, 'twas Doricourt spoke first--says he--No, 'twas the Parson--says he---- _Mrs. Rack._ Stop his mouth, Sir George--he'll spoil the tale. _Sir Geo._ Never heed circumstances--the result--the result. _Mrs. Rack._ No, no; you shall have it in form.--Mr. Hardy performed the Sick Man like an Angel--He sat up in his bed, and talked so pathetically, that the tears stood in Doricourt's eyes. _Flut._ Aye, stood--they did not drop, but stood.--I shall, in future, be very exact. The Parson seized the moment; you know, they never miss an opportunity. _Mrs. Rack._ Make haste, said Doricourt; if I have time to reflect, poor Hardy will die unhappy. _Flut._ They were got as far as the Day of Judgement, when we slipt out of the room. _Sir Geo._ Then, by this time, they must have reached _Amazement_, which, every body knows, is the end of Matrimony. _Mrs. Rack._ Aye, the Reverend Fathers ended the service with that word, Prophetically----to teach the Bride what a capricious Monster a Husband is. _Sir Geo._ I rather think it was Sarcastically--to prepare the Bridegroom for the unreasonable humours and vagaries of his Help-mate. _Lady Fran._ Here comes the Bridegroom of to-night. _Enter_ Doricourt _and_ Villers.--Villers _whispers_ Saville, _who goes out_. _Omnes._ Joy! joy! joy! _Miss Ogle._ If _he_'s a sample of Bridegrooms, keep me single!--A younger Brother, from the Funeral of his Father, could not carry a more fretful countenance. _Flut._ Oh!--Now, he's melancholy mad, I suppose. _Lady Fran._ You do not consider the importance of the occasion. _Vill._ No; nor how shocking a thing it is for a Man to be forced to marry one Woman, whilst his heart is devoted to another. _Mrs. Rack._ Well, now 'tis over, I confess to you, Mr. Doricourt, I think 'twas a most ridiculous piece of Quixotism, to give up the happiness of a whole life to a Man who perhaps has but a few moments to be sensible of the sacrifice. _Flut._ So it appeared to me.--But, thought I, Mr. Doricourt has travelled--he knows best. _Doric._ Zounds! Confusion!--Did ye not all set upon me?--Didn't ye talk to me of Honour--Compassion--Justice? _Sir Geo._ Very true--You have acted according to their dictates, and I hope the utmost felicity of the Married State will reward you.