Sir _Pat._ Fair Lady, you’ll take me along with you? [Snaps, pulls off his Hat, and comes up to her. L. _Fan._ My Husband!--I’m betray’d-- Sir _Pat._ Husband! I do defy thee, Satan, thou greater Whore than she of _Babylon_; thou Shame, thou Abomination to thy Sex. L. _Fan._ Rail on, whilst I dispose my self to laugh at thee. Sir _Pat._ _Leander_, call all the House in to be a Witness of our Divorce. [Exit _Lean._ L. _Fan._ Do, and all the World, and let ‘em know the Reason. Sir _Pat._ Methinks I find an Inclination to swear,--to curse my self and thee, that I cou’d no better discern thee; nay, I’m so chang’d from what I was, that I think I cou’d even approve of Monarchy and Church-Discipline, I’m so truly convinc’d I have been a Beast and an Ass all my Life. Enter Lady _Knowell_, _Isabella_, _Lucretia_, _Leander_, _Lodwick_, _Fanny_, &c. L. _Kno._ Hah, Sir _Patient_ not dead? Sir _Pat._ Ladies and Gentlemen, take notice that I am a Cuckold, a crop-ear’d snivelling Cuckold. Sir _Cred._ A Cuckold! sweet Sir, shaw, that’s a small matter in a Man of your Quality. Sir _Pat._ And I beg your pardon, Madam, for being angry that you call’d me so. [To L. _Kno._] And yours, dear _Isabella_, for desiring you to marry my good Friend there [Points to _Wit._] whose name I perceive I was mistaken in:--and yours, _Leander_, that I wou’d not take your Advice long since: and yours, fair Lady, for believing you honest,--’twas done like a credulous Coxcomb:--and yours, Sir, for taking any of your Tribe for wise, learned or honest. [To Sir _Credulous_. _Wit._ Faith, Sir, I deceiv’d ye only to serve my Friend; and, Sir, your Daughter is married to Mr _Knowell_: your Wife had all my stock of Love before, Sir. [_Lod._ and _Isab._ kneel. Sir _Pat._ Why, God-a-mercy--some comfort that,--God bless ye.--I shall love Disobedience while I live for’t. _Lod._ I am glad on’t, Sir, for then I hope you will forgive _Leander_, who has married my Sister, and not my Mother. Sir _Pat._ How! has he served me so?--I’ll make him my Heir for’t, thou hast made a Man of me, my Boy, and, faith, we will be merry,--Fair Lady, you may depart in peace, fair Lady, restoring my Money, my Plate, my Jewels and my Writings, fair Lady.-- L. _Fan._ You gave me no Money, Sir, prove it if you can; and for your Land, ‘twas not settled with this Proviso, if she be honest? Sir _Pat._ ‘Tis well thou dost confess I am a Cuckold, for I wou’d have it known, fair Lady. L. _Fan._ ‘Twas to that end I married you, good Alderman. Sir _Pat._ I’faith, I think thou didst, Sweet-heart, i’faith, I think thou didst. _Wit._ Right, Sir, we have long been Lovers, but want of Fortune made us contrive how to marry her to your good Worship. Many a wealthy Citizen, Sir, has contributed to the maintenance of a younger Brother’s Mistress; and you are not the first Man in Office that has been a Cuckold, Sir.