Ennui. In fact—I don't comprehend. I have read your "die-all" epilogue, and—
Vapid. Oh, then I don't wonder at your having ideas!
Lord. Oh, poor fellow! he's always talking about what he never has.—Neville, my boy, may you be as happy as I am.
Flor. Ay, I'll answer for his happiness by my own.—Miss Courtney, notwithstanding my brother, I will "still live in your eye,—die in your lap—and be buried in your heart:" and, moreover, I will stay with you both in England.
Louisa. Yes, Floriville, if you would behold pure, unsullied love, never travel out of this country. Depend on't,
No foreign climes such high examples prove,
Of wedded pleasure, or connubial love.
Long in this land have joys domestic grown,
Nursed in the cottage—cherish'd on the throne.
THE END.
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