Ah! you may look—he is, his fate is clear,
Unless he’s warn’d by what he’s witnessed here.
Pinkey, interfering.
Hush! don’t—it’s delicate—like me, he may
Have borne his love in silence many a day,
And I’ve a question (To the audience) I must pop to you:
I’m half ashamed, upon my life it’s true;
But will you, as I mean to take a wife,
Forgive the errors of my Single Life?
THE END.