Geo. to Teresia. I’ll send a Chair to your Back-gate anon, that shall wait you on the Field-side, and bring you whither I shall appoint. Get ready instantly.
Ter. And if I fail, may I be eternally damn’d to the Embraces of old Age.
Exeunt all but George.
Geo. Mirtilla, thus thy Scorn I will out-brave, And let my Father the kind Cheat forgive;
If I with dexterous charitable care
Ease him of Burdens he wants strength to bear. Exit.
[ ACT V.]
[ Scene I.] [Welborn’s Chamber.]
Enter Welborn dressing himself; to him a Footman with a Letter.
Wel. Prithee what became of the Spark that lay with me last Night?