Dull. Have we expos’d our Lives and Fortunes for this?
Tim. Gad zoors, I never thriv’d since I was a Statesman, left Planting, and fell to promising and lying; I’ll to my old Trade again, bask under the shade of my own Tobacco, and drink my Punch in Peace.
Well. Come, my brave Youths, let all our Forces meet,
To make this Country happy, rich and great;
Let scanted Europe see that we enjoy
Safer Repose, and larger Worlds, than they.
[EPILOGUE.]
Gallants, you have so long been absent hence,
That you have almost cool’d your Diligence:
For while we study or revive a Play,