Gadd.
'Vonia! [Taking the part from Avonia, with mingled surprise and pleasure.] Ho, ho! no, that's not bad. [Reading.]
Tempers, though sweet, I whip up to a lather,
Make wives hate husbands, sons wish fathers farther."
'Vonia, there's is something to lay hold of here! I'll think this over. [Rising, addressing Colpoys.] Gus, I have thought this over. I play it.
[They all gather round him, and congratulate him. Avonia embraces and kisses him.]