Mer. Go, go, find her out for shame Gentlemen; and do not stand idle thus, Od’s bobs, when I was a Young fellow and invited to a Wedding, I used to frisk and Jump, and so bestir my self, that I made all the Green-sickness Girles in the Room blush like Rubies. Ah, hah! I was a brisk Fellow in those Days, I’faith, and used to Cut Capers a Yard high: Nor am I yet so Old, but I can take a round or two still—Come, come Gentlemen, lets in again and firk it away, shall we not?
Spr. With all my Heart Mr. Justice.
Mer. Why that’s well said Mr. Spruce, Ods bobs it was, and I thank you heartily.
Spr. Come Madam, you must along with us, without you all’s nothing.
Arab. I’ll wait on you Gentlemen; if you will give me leave Sir.
[To Bonvile.
Bon. Oh my best Joy! This Day you may Command.
Mer. That’s right, that’s right I’faith Gentlemen! This Day she Commands, and he for ever after. Ods bobs I have done so my self, and hope I shall do so still. Sister Venter, May I presume to ask if my Brother can say as much?
[Exit Bonvile, Arab. Spruce, and the rest of the Guests.]
Mrs. Vent. Yes Brother, I think he may, I freely Give him leave.
Mer. Observe that Brother, she freely gives you leave: But who Gives leave the Master or the Servant?
Mr. Ven. You are Merry Brother, and truly you have reason, having but one Daughter and see her Married as you would have her.