Jack. In downright Earnest, I assure you, Sir. I consider'd my French Manners as an Incumbrance after the many disasters of this day, and so I resolv'd at one bold fling, to discharge my whole Retinue of follies, and since my heart is in fact engag'd to this Lady, I hope Mr. Quicksett, you will now give her hand to an undisguised Briton.
Quicksett. The Name and Look of a Briton warms my Blood, and if I thought you in earnest—
Jack. Sir, you may depend I shall have sense enough never to despise my own country again.
Quicksett. Here, here, take her hand, she's yours from this Moment.
Roger. Ay, I knew there was true blood at the Bottom.
Sir Robert. This is so unexpected a change I am transported with joy—Mr. Wildfire—Mr. Foxchase, come up and be partners of my Happiness.
Jack. They'll be glad to see me an honest fellow again.
(Enter WILDFIRE and FOXCHASE)
My dear Boy Wildfire give us your hand.
Wildfire. Can I believe my Eyes?