Enter Lord and Lady Townly, and Lady Grace.
Lord Town. So, Sir, I give you joy of your negotiation.
Man. You overheard it all, I presume?
Lady Grace. From first to last, Sir.
Lord Town. Never were knaves and fools better dispos'd of.
Man. A sort of poetical justice, my Lord, not much above the judgment of a modern comedy.
Lord Town. To heighten that resemblance, I think, sister, there only wants your rewarding the hero of the fable, by naming the day of his happiness.
Lady Grace. This day, to-morrow, every hour, I hope, of life to come, will shew I want not inclination to complete it.
Man. Whatever I may want, Madam, you will always find endeavours to deserve you.
Lord Town. Then all are happy.