_W. Green_. One takes, you know, When one is flurried, twice the time to dress. My dears, has either of you salts? I thank you! They are excellent; the virtue's gone from mine, Nor thought I of renewing them--Indeed, I'm unprovided, quite, for this affair. _First Lady_. I think the bridegroom's come! _W. Green_. Don't say so! How You've made my heart jump! _First Lady_. As you sent for us, A new-launched carriage drove up to the door; The servants all in favours. _W. Green_. 'Pon my life, I never shall get through it; lend me your hand. [Half rises, and throws herself back on her chair again.] I must sit down again! There came just now A feeling like to swooning over me. I am sure before 'tis over I shall make A fool of myself! I vow I thought not half So much of my first wedding-day! I'll make An effort. Let me lean upon your arm, And give me yours, my dear. Amelia, mind Keep near me with the smelling-bottle. _Servant_. [Entering.] Madam, The bridegroom's come. [Goes out.] _W. Green_. The brute has knocked me down! To bolt it out so! I had started less If he had fired a cannon at my ear. How shall I ever manage to hold up Till all is done! I'm tremor head to foot. You can excuse me, can't you?--Pity me! One may feel queer upon one's wedding-day. [They go out.] SCENE THE LAST.--A Drawing-room. [Enter Servants, showing in SIR WILLIAM FONDLOVE, CONSTANCE, and MASTER WILDRAKE--Servants go out again.] _Sir Wil_. [Aside to WILDRAKE.] Good Master Wildrake, look more cheerfully!--Come, You do not honour to my wedding-day. How brisk am I! My body moves on springs! My stature gives no inch I throw away; My supple joints play free and sportfully; I'm every atom what a man should be. _Wild_. I pray you pardon me, Sir William!