The Widow, with young Jointure, and old Face,
Affected Mein, and Amorous Grimace,
| Uses to fall to th’ younger Brother’s share; But I by Fortune, and Industrious Care, Have got one that’s Rich, Witty, Young, and Fair. |
FINIS.
[EPILOGUE.]
Spoken by Mr. Horden.
We’ve grown Impatient to be out of pain,
And fain wou’d know our fortune, loss, or gain:
The Merchants phrase mayn’t be Improper now,
If ye our City Character allow.