Place. Well, colonel, I see you are setting out for
life, and so I wish you a good journey.
And you, gallants, from what you've seen to-night,
If you are wrong, may set your judgments right;
Nor, like our misses, about bribing quarrel,
When better herring is in neither barrel.
[Manent FUST, TRAP and SNEER.]
Trap. Thus ends my play, sir.
Fust. Pray, Mr Trapwit, how has the former part of it conduced to this marriage?
Trap. Why, sir, do you think the colonel would ever have had her but on the prospect her father has from this election?
Sneer. Ay, or to strengthen his interest with the returning officer?
Trap. Ay, sir, I was just going to say so.
Sneer. But where's your epilogue?
Trap. Faith, sir, I can't tell what I shall do for an epilogue.
Sneer. What I have you writ none?