Lord. Heart and Faith, I am glad ‘tis no worse; if the Ceremony of the Church has not past, ‘tis well enough.
Bel. All, Sir, that Heaven and Love requires, is past.
Lord. Thou art a Fool, Frank, come—dry thy Eyes. And receive Diana—Trusty, call in my Niece.
Bel. Yet, Sir, relent, be kind, and save my Soul.
[Ex. Trusty.
Lord. No more—by Heaven, if you resist my Will, I’ll make a strange Example of thee, and of that Woman, whoe’er she be, that drew you to this Folly. Faith and Vows, quoth ye!
Bel. Then I obey.
Enter Trusty and Diana.
Lord. Look ye here, Frank; Is this a Lady to be dislik’d? Come hither, Frank—Trusty, haste for Dr. Tickletext, my Chaplain’s not in Town; I’ll have them instantly married—Come hither, Diana—will you marry your Cousin, Frank Bellmour?
Dia. Yes, if it be your pleasure; Heaven cou’d not let fall a greater Blessing. [Aside.