Roger:
It's true, sir.
Mrs. Prim: Belinda is my niece—and if your son has married her, I'll give her a dowry which will satisfy you.
Richly:
Can you do that? Aren't you under restraint?
Roger:
That was only my trick.
Richly:
What the house—?
Roger:
Part of the same thing.
Richly: What a misfortune! But if you will give me my money back, I've got enough sense of humor to give my consent, if you want it. It's the only way to prevent worse from happening.
Squire: Well, said. That pleases me. Shake, Mr. Richly—you're a brave man. I want to drink with you. Let's go back in and have more to drink and eat. You know it was a lucky thing you came just in time for the wedding.
CURTAIN