Sul. West.
Mrs. Sul. North.
Sul. South: as far as the poles asunder.
Foig. Upon my shoul, a very pretty sheremony!
Sir C. Now, Mr. Sullen, there wants only my sister's fortune to make us easy.
Sul. Sir Charles, you love your sister, and I love her fortune; every one to his fancy.
Arch. Then you won't refund?
Sul. Not a stiver.
Arch. What is her portion?
Sir C. Ten thousand pounds, sir.