Will. Let me redeem him; here Boy, take him to my Chamber, and let the Doctor glyster him soundly, and I’ll warrant you your Pearl again.
Feth. If this be the end of travelling, I’ll e’en to old England again, take the Covenant, get a Sequestrator’s Place, grow rich, and defy all Cavaliering.
Beau. ’Tis Morning, let’s home, Ariadne, and try, if possible, to love so well to be content to marry; if we find that amendment in our Hearts, to say we dare believe and trust each other, then let it be a Match.
Aria. With all my Heart.
Will. You have a hankering after Marriage still, but I am for Love and Gallantry.
So tho by several ways we gain our End,
Love still, like Death, does to one Center tend.
[EPILOGUE]
Spoken by Mrs. BARRY.
POETS are Kings of Wit, and you appear