Rover. Have I done any thing to Dick Buskin? leave me! [Turns and puts his handkerchief to his eyes.]
Harry. I am as much concerned as you to—Good b'ye!
Rover. I can't even bid him—I won't neither—If any cause could have given—Farewell.
Harry. Bless my poor fellow! Adieu. [Silently weeps.]
[Exeunt several ways.
ACT THE SECOND.
SCENE I.
A Village, a Farm House, and near it, a Cottage.
Enter Farmer Gammon and Ephraim.
F. Gam. Well, Master Ephraim, I may depend on thee, as you quakers never break your words.