Mrs. Sul. With all my heart
Squire Sul. Your hand.
Mrs. Sul. Here. [270]
Squire Sul. These hands joined us, these shall part us. —Away!
Mrs. Sul. North
Mrs. Sul. East.
Squire Sul. West—far as the poles asunder.
Count Bel. Begar, the ceremony be vera pretty!
Sir Chas. Now, Mr. Sullen, there wants only my sister's fortune to make us easy.