_Bib_. No, henceforward I'll trust none but landed men, and such as have houses and apple-trees in the country, now I have got a place in the custom-house. _Fran_. Nothing vexes me, but that this flirting gentlewoman should go before me; but I'll to the herald's office, and see whether the queen's majesty's dresser, should not take place of any knight's wife in Christendom. _Bib_. Now all will out--no more, good Frances. _Fran_. I will speak, that I will, so I will: What! shall I be a dresser to the queen's majesty, and nobody must know on't? I'll send Mr Church-warden word on't; and, gentlemen, when you come to St Bride's church (if ever you come to church, gentlemen), you shall see me in the pew that's next the pulpit; thank Mr Loveby's worship for it. _Lov_. Spare your thanks, good landlady; for the truth is, they came too late, the place is gone; and so is yours, Will; but you shall have two hundred pounds for one, if that will satisfy you. _Fran_. This is bitter news, as they say. _Lov_. Cheer up thy wife, Will. Where are the fiddles? A dance should do it. _Bib_. I'll run and call them. _Isa_. I have found out that, will comfort her: Henceforward I christen her by the name of Madam Bibber. _All_. A Madam Bibber, a Madam Bibber! _Fran_. Why, I thank you, sweet gentlemen and ladies; this is a cordial to my drooping spirits: I confess I was a little eclipsed; but I'll cheer up with abundance of love, as they say. Strike up, fiddles. _Lov_. That's a good wench. DANCE. _Trice_. This music and a little nod has recovered me. I'll in, and provide for the sack posset. _Non_. To bed, to bed; 'tis late. Son Loveby, get me a boy to-night, and I'll settle three thousand a-year upon him the first day he calls me grandsire. _Lov_. I'll do my best, To make the bargain sure before I sleep. Where love and money strike, the blow goes deep. [_Exeunt omnes_. EPILOGUE, WHEN IT WAS FIRST ACTED.