Re-enter Fainlove, Humphry, and Sir Harry.
Sir Har. Well, since you say you are worth something, and the boy has set his heart upon you, I'll have patience till I see further.
Pounce. Come, come, Sir Harry, you shall find my alliance more considerable than you imagine; the Pounces are a family that will always have money, if there's any in the world—Come, fiddles.
[A Dance here.]
Cler. Sen.
You've seen th' extremes of the domestic life,
A son too much confined—too free a wife;
By generous bonds you either should restrain,
And only on their inclinations gain;
Wives to obey must love, children revere,
While only slaves are governed by their fear.