Flo. Had e'er disorders such a rare come-off?
Methinks 'twould make a fine plot for a play.
Diego. Faith, Flora, I should have the worst of that;
For, by the laws of comedy, 'twould be
My lot to marry you.
Don O. Well thought on, Diego, tho' 'tis spoke in jest:
We cannot do a better thing in earnest
Than to join these who seem to have been made
For one another. What say'st thou to it, Flora?
Flo. Troth, I have had so many frights this night,
That I am e'en afraid to lie alone.
[Diego takes her by the hand.
Diego. Give me thy hand, sweet Flora, 'tis a bargain,
I promise thee, dear spouse, I'll do my best
To make thee first repent this earnest jest.
Flo. You may mistake: we have a certain way,
By going halves, to match your foulest play.
Don C. Since this last happy scene is in my house,
You'll make collation with me, ere you part.
Don A. and Don O. Agreed, agreed, agreed!
Don A. Thus end the strange Adventures of Five Hours,
As sometimes blust'ring storms, in gentle showers.[71]