(Exit.
Marpl. Mercy upon us! how he looks!
Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ne'er mind his Curses, Charles; thou'lt thrive not one jot the worse for 'em. Since this Gentleman is reconcil'd, we are all made happy.
Sir Jeal. I always lov'd Precaution, and took care to avoid Dangers. But when a thing was past, I ever had Philosophy to be easie.
Char. Which is the true sign of a great Soul: I lov'd your Daughter, and she me, and you shall have no reason to repent her Choice.
Isab. You will not blame me, Sir, for loving my own Country best.
Marpl. So here's every Body happy, I find, but poor Pilgarlick. I wonder what Satisfaction I shall have, for being cuff'd, kick'd, and beaten in your Service.
Sir Jeal. I have been a little too familiar with you, as things are fallen out; but since there's no help for't, you must forgive me.
Marpl. Egad I think so— But provided that you be not so familiar for the future.
Sir Geo. Thou hast been an unlucky Rogue.