_Let other Fools repine at Scoffs and Scorns, I'll teach the Cuckold how to hide his Horns._ [Exeunt. _Enter Justice_ Merryman, _Mr._ Venter, Spruce, _Mrs._ Venter _and_ Clara. _Mer._ Was the like ever known, that a Bridegroom shou'd absent himself on his Wedding-Day? Mr. _Ven._ 'Tis somewhat strange indeed. _Mer._ And the Bride too my Daughter, she's out of the way: Why what shou'd be the meaning of all this, Od's bobs I can't tell? Mrs. _Ven._ Perhaps they'r busy Brother, privately conferring Notes together: You can't tell but that the young Man may have a stomach to his Supper, and fall too unawares, and we ne're the wiser. _Spr._ Od's nigs, very true; what wou'd you say then Sir, if they shou'd be stol'n away, and a-bed together seriously? _Mer._ What wou'd I say? marry I wou'd say, Speed 'em well: And if no worse News ever comes to me, I'll be hang'd if e're I cry'd for't. _Enter Nurse._ How now, what's the Business with you? _Nurse._ Business enough, Forsooth; for I have the strangest Tydings! _Mer._ Of any One that's lost, Woman? _Nurse._ No forsooth, of One that's found again, an't please you. _Mer._ O, he was lost then it seems. Mr. _Ven._ Her Business is with me, I believe Brother; is it not, Woman? _Nurse._ Yes, Sir. Mr. _Ven._ Come hither then, [_Nurse whispers Mr._ Venter.] How, return'd? _Nurse._ Yes indeed, Sir, and all discovered. Mr. _Ven._ Ah Curse on the Wind that blew him ashore. _Nurse._ Aye, so say I Sir, and did not sink him when he was going. Mr. _Ven._ Well, well, be sure you do not let him come near the Child. _Nurse._ I warrant you, Sir, if you charge me to the contrary. Mr. _Ven._ Yes, I do strictly charge you as you tender my Displeasure. _Nurse._ Well then let me alone--Besides, Sir, he intends to come to morrow morning with his Wife and see him. Mr. _Ven._ I'll meet him there; and if he chance to be there before me, be sure to keep the Child safe, and not let him touch it. _Nurse._ I warrant you, let me alone. [_Exit Nurse._ _Enter_ Summerfield _and_ Arabella. _Mer._ So, so, Heaven be praised, they are not both lost I see, here's the Bride, my Daughter, come again. _Ara._ Father, and Gentlemen, I desire ye to treat this Stranger here with all Respect and Generosity; He's a loving Kinsman of my _Bonvile_'s who kindly came to congratulate our Wedding. _Mer._ Sir, you are heartily welcome. Od's bobs you are. Mr. _Ven._ Welcome to all of us. _Spruce._ Seriously, Sir, and so you are. _Mer._ But where's the Bridegroom, Girl? Od's bobs we're all at a Nonplus here, at a stand, quite out; the Musicks ceas'd, and we all look as tho there were neither a light Heart or Heel among us; nay, my Cousin _Clara_ too as cloudy as on a washing Day. _Clara._ 'Tis then because you will not dance with me, Sir.