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.