LADY TEAZLE. See[,] Sir Oliver[,] there needs no persuasion now to reconcile your Nephew and Maria—
SIR OLIVER. Aye—aye—that's as it should be and egad we'll have the wedding to-morrow morning—
CHARLES. Thank you, dear Unkle!
SIR PETER. What! you rogue don't you ask the Girl's consent first—
CHARLES. Oh, I have done that a long time—above a minute ago—and She has look'd yes—
MARIA. For Shame—Charles—I protest Sir Peter, there has not been a word——
SIR OLIVER. Well then the fewer the Better—may your love for each other never know—abatement.
SIR PETER. And may you live as happily together as Lady Teazle and I—intend to do—
CHARLES. Rowley my old Friend—I am sure you congratulate me and I suspect too that I owe you much.
SIR OLIVER. You do, indeed, Charles—