_Com._ So, so, here now shall we be Man and Wife again to Morrow, as good as ever. What tho we met as Strangers, we may happen to love ne're the worse for all that--Gentlemen and Neighbours, I invite ye all to my Wedding. _Omnes._ We'l not fail you, and wish you Joy. _Com._ Did I not tell you that I would fetch it cleverly off? Let any Man call me Cuckold if he dares now. _Petti._ 'Tis slander in him I assure you who-ever does. _Com._ Nay it will be _Petti Lacenary_ at least, and without Compass of the General Pardon too: And for the Child, let me hear him that dares say, I am not the Father. _Petti._ Sure none will dare dispute it. _Com._ Or that my Wife that is to be, is not as honest a Woman as some other Mens Wives are. _Petti._ No question of that. _Com._ O how fine and smooth my Brows are now! _1 M. Neigh._ Aye but when you're married, they'll come to themselves again I warrant ye. _Com._ My Friends, if you please, you may call me Mr. Bridegroom now, for the Guests are all bidden to the Wedding. _1 M. Neigh._ We know it, Mr. Bridegroom, they are Indeed, and we'll not fail you upon our Words. _Comp._ _Come then, brisk Widow, e're the next Ebb and Tide, I'le be thy Bridegroom, and thou sha't be my Bride._ _Exeunt omnes._ _The End of the Fourth ACT._ ACT the Fifth. _Enter_ Arabella _on one Side_. Summerfield _meeting her from the other_. _Ara._ Mr. _Summerfield_, I now am truly happy, my Prayers at last are heard; and Heaven has restored my Husband to my Arms. _Sum._ I just now heard the joyful News, and thought to have been my self the welcome Messenger of his Return, but find I'me come too late; have you seen him? _Art._ No; as yet I have not. _Sum._ 'Tis somewhat strange! _Ara._ Others perhaps may judg it so, but my uncommon Joy for his Return, admits no other Thought, but those of Transport for his Safety. _Sum._ O happy _Bonvile_! How I admire and wonder at thy Choice! _Enter_ Friendly. Madam, a Wife like you, exceeds the greatest Blessing sure on Earth. _Fr._ The nearest way to a secure Revenge, is private Malice, which, like _Aside._ a Spark long lying hid amongst neglected Ashes, by the least Blast of Wind becomes it self a Flame--Ha!, who have we here? Thrice blest Occasion! which thus have offered me at once the Scope of my revengeful Wishes. 'Tis _Arabella_ and her Darling _Summerfield_, one who, in the Bridegroom's Absence, is grown thus intimate with his beloved Bride. A strong Foundation on which I'll now erect a brave Revenge; I'll step aside and observe them. [_Retires to one side of the Stage._ _Ara._ Sir, I hope he'll soon be here, and return the Kindness you have shown me; so I take my leave, with hourly expectation of a much-long'd for Husband. _Sum._ And I, with a Gratitude never to be forgotten, kiss your fair Hand, and hope that all things will answer your Expectation. [_Exit_ Arabella. _Fri._ Ay, 'tis so, now must I counterfeit a friendly Face to make a farther Discovery.