_Miran._ Out of nothing but my own, _Guardian_. Sir _Jeal._ Ha, ha, ha, 'tis some Comfort at least to see you are over-reach'd as well as my self. Will you settle your Estate upon your Son now? Sir _Fran._ He shall starve first. _Miran._ That I have taken care to prevent. There, Sir, is the Writings of your Uncle's _Estate_, which has been your due these three Years. (_Gives _Char._ Papers._ _Char._ I shall study to deserve this Favour. Sir _Fran._ What have you robb'd me too, Mistress! Egad I'll make you restore 'em.--Huswife, I will so. Sir _Jeal._ Take care I don't make you pay the Arrears, Sir. 'Tis well it's no worse, since 'tis no better. Come, young Man, seeing thou hast out-witted me, take her, and Bless you both. _Char._ I hope, Sir, you'll bestow your Blessing too, 'tis all I'll ask. (_Kneels._ Sir _Fran._ Confound you all! (_Exit._ _Marpl._ Mercy upon us! how he looks! Sir _Geo._ Ha, ha, ne'er mind his Curses, _Charles_; thou'lt thrive not one jot the worse for 'em. Since this Gentleman is reconcil'd, we are all made happy. Sir _Jeal._ I always lov'd Precaution, and took care to avoid Dangers. But when a thing was past, I ever had Philosophy to be easie. _Char._ Which is the true sign of a great Soul: I lov'd your Daughter, and she me, and you shall have no reason to repent her Choice. _Isab._ You will not blame me, Sir, for loving my own Country best. _Marpl._ So here's every Body happy, I find, but poor _Pilgarlick_. I wonder what Satisfaction I shall have, for being cuff'd, kick'd, and beaten in your Service. Sir _Jeal._ I have been a little too familiar with you, as things are fallen out; but since there's no help for't, you must forgive me. _Marpl._ Egad I think so--But provided that you be not so familiar for the future. Sir _Geo._ Thou hast been an unlucky Rogue. _Marpl._ But very honest. _Char._ That I'll vouch for; and freely forgive thee. Sir _Geo._ And I'll do you one piece of Service more, _Marplot_, I'll take care that Sir _Francis_ make you Master of your Estate. _Marpl._ That will make me as happy as any of you. _Patch._ Your humble Servant begs leave to remind you, Madam. _Isab._ Sir, I hope you'll give me leave to take _Patch_ into favour again. Sir _Jeal._ Nay, let your Husband look to that, I have done with my Care. _Char._ Her own Liberty shall always oblige me. Here's no Body but honest _Whisper_ and Mrs. _Scentwell_ to be provided for now. It shall be left to their Choice to Marry, or keep their Services. _Whisp._ Nay then, I'll stick to my Master. _Scentw._ Coxcomb! and I prefer my Lady before a Footman. Sir _Jeal._ Hark, I hear Musick, the Fidlers smell a Wedding. What say you, young Fellows, will ye have a Dance? Sir _Geo._ With all my Heart; call'em in. A DANCE. Sir _Jeal._ Now let us in and refresh our selves with a chearful Glass, in which we'll bury all Animosities: And