MILLA. Why does not the man take me? Would you have me give myself to you over again? MIRA. Ay, and over and over again. [_Kisses her hand_.] I would have you as often as possibly I can. Well, heav’n grant I love you not too well; that’s all my fear. SIR WIL. ’Sheart, you’ll have time enough to toy after you’re married, or, if you will toy now, let us have a dance in the meantime; that we who are not lovers may have some other employment besides looking on. MIRA. With all my heart, dear Sir Wilfull. What shall we do for music? FOIB. Oh, sir, some that were provided for Sir Rowland’s entertainment are yet within call. [_A dance_.] LADY. As I am a person, I can hold out no longer: I have wasted my spirits so to-day already that I am ready to sink under the fatigue; and I cannot but have some fears upon me yet, that my son Fainall will pursue some desperate course. MIRA. Madam, disquiet not yourself on that account: to my knowledge his circumstances are such he must of force comply. For my part I will contribute all that in me lies to a reunion. In the meantime, madam [_to_ MRS. FAINALL], let me before these witnesses restore to you this deed of trust: it may be a means, well managed, to make you live easily together. From hence let those be warned, who mean to wed, Lest mutual falsehood stain the bridal-bed: For each deceiver to his cost may find That marriage frauds too oft are paid in kind. [_Exeunt Omnes_. EPILOGUE. Spoken by MRS. BRACEGIRDLE.