John. But that must be over now.
Thom. Why so, father?
John. Why; you can’t think of his honour’s kinswoman.
Land. Come, Fanny, do you decide this affair.
Fan. Sir, Thomas offered me his service when he thought me a poor friendless girl, and I might think myself favoured by his notice. He gained my good will, which no change of circumstances can make me withdraw. It is my determination to join my lot with his, be it what it may.
Thom. My dearest Fanny!
[Taking her hand.
Land. You act nobly, my dear girl, and make me proud of my relation. You shall have my free consent, and something handsome into the bargain.
Bet. Heaven bless your honour! I know it would have been a heartbreaking to my poor boy to have parted with her. Dear Fanny!
[Kisses her.