Sir Pat. And I beg your pardon, Madam, for being angry that you call’d me so. To L. Kno. And yours, dear Isabella, for desiring you to marry my good Friend there Points to Wit. whose name I perceive I was mistaken in:—and yours, Leander, that I wou’d not take your Advice long since: and yours, fair Lady, for believing you honest,—’twas done like a credulous Coxcomb:—and yours, Sir, for taking any of your Tribe for wise, learned or honest. To Sir Credulous.
Wit. Faith, Sir, I deceiv’d ye only to serve my Friend; and, Sir, your Daughter is married to Mr Knowell: your Wife had all my stock of Love before, Sir. Lod. and Isab. kneel.
Sir Pat. Why, God-a-mercy—some comfort that,—God bless ye.—I shall love Disobedience while I live for’t.
Lod. I am glad on’t, Sir, for then I hope you will forgive Leander, who has married my Sister, and not my Mother.
Sir Pat. How! has he served me so?—I’ll make him my Heir for’t, thou hast made a Man of me, my Boy, and, faith, we will be merry,—Fair Lady, you may depart in peace, fair Lady, restoring my Money, my Plate, my Jewels and my Writings, fair Lady.—
L. Fan. You gave me no Money, Sir, prove it if you can; and for your Land, ’twas not settled with this Proviso, if she be honest?
Sir Pat. ’Tis well thou dost confess I am a Cuckold, for I wou’d have it known, fair Lady.
L. Fan. ’Twas to that end I married you, good Alderman.
Sir Pat. I’faith, I think thou didst, Sweet-heart, i’faith, I think thou didst.
Wit. Right, Sir, we have long been Lovers, but want of Fortune made us contrive how to marry her to your good Worship. Many a wealthy Citizen, Sir, has contributed to the maintenance of a younger Brother’s Mistress; and you are not the first Man in Office that has been a Cuckold, Sir.