Here girl: here's your swain.
[To Nar.
Camp. I just parted with my Narcissa, on the quay, sir.
Sir Chr. Did you! Ah, sly dog——had a meeting before you came to the old gentleman.—But here—Take him, and make much of him—and, for fear of further separations, you shall e'en be tacked together directly. What say you, girl?
Camp. Will my Narcissa consent to my happiness?
Nar. I always obey my father's commands, with pleasure, sir.
Sir Chr. Od! I'm so happy, I hardly know which way to turn; but we'll have the carriage directly; drive down to the quay; trundle old Spintext into church, and hey for matrimony!
Camp. With all my heart, Sir Christopher; the sooner the better.
Sir Christopher, Campley, Narcissa, Patty.
Sir Chr. Your Colinettes, and Arriettes,