Lady S. I come.
St. J. Good night.
Sir T. Good night.
To-morrow, Gervase, bring your tragedy.
St. J. My play? No tragedy; a triumph, Tristram.
Sir T. A triumph may it be! Again, good night.
St. J. Good night.
Lady S. Farewell.
Sir T. Farewell. Be free; be happy.
[St. James's and Lady Sumner go out.]
I must have money.