[Bellmour goes out, and brings in Celinda.
Dia. This, Sir, is she who merits more than I.
Lord. She’s fair indeed; here, Frank, I give thee thy Celinda, whose Beauty Excuses all thy Faults of Disobedience.
Bel. Thus low, I thank you for this Goodness, Sir. [Kneels.
Lord. There only wants the Ceremony of the Law to undo what’s between you and Diana, if she remain a Virgin.
Bel. For me, by Heav’n she is; And for the rest, I do not doubt her Virtue.
Dia. You may believe him, Sir; and this alone’s the Man, in whom I will, or never will be happy.
Lord. Mr. Friendlove! I give Consent to’t, he has a noble Character; and what he wants in Fortune, has in Virtue—take her, young Man.
Friend. ‘Tis such an Honour, Sir, that my Gratitude, without the mighty Passion I have for her, would make me ever thankful.
Lord. This Term, we shall make the former Marriage void; till then love on, and fear no Frowns from Fortune—but Nephew—now I hope your Brother shall have his Portion.