Trap. Yes, sir; the parson understands his business, he has plyed several years at the Fleet.
Enter Col. PROMISE and Miss Mayoress.
Col. and Miss (kneeling). Sir, and madam, your blessing.
Mrs M. and May. Ha!
Col. Your daughter, sir and madam, has made me the happiest of mankind.
Mrs M. Colonel, you know you might have had my consent; why did you choose to marry without it? However, I give you both my blessing.
May. And so do I.
Place. Then call my brother candidates; we will spend this night in feast and merriment.
Fust. What has made these two parties so suddenly friends, Mr Trapwit?
Trap. What? why the marriage, sir; the usual reconciler at the end of a comedy. I would not have concluded without every person on the stage for the world.