Mrs. Dove. Your aunt Hobbs!
Dove. Don’t ask questions now, dear; when we are alone I’ll liquidate every thing.
Mrs. Dove. Elucidate!
Dove. Now, you are going to begin again, love!
Mrs. Dove. No, Henry, I forgot myself; I never shall correct you more, dear.
Enter CODDLE, capering, dressed in a suit of Nankeen; MRS. CODDLE on his arm.
Cod. Here we are! here we are! Belvidera has retreated in confusion; and the conquering hero, with his only lawful wife, stands before you in all the conscious pride of innocence, and a complete suit of Nankeen.
All. Nankeen!
Cod. Yes; no lining—no, Mrs. Coddle has heard all—and has forgiven all; she is now convinced how I was duped by my first wife; has had proof of her leaving me—of her plundering me—of her coming here merely to make a property of me, of the illegality of the marriage; and here we are united and happy again; and there stands my friend and preserver, of whom I shall ever think with gratitude.—(Pointing to DOVE.)