Sir Jeal. Hark, I hear Musick, the Fidlers smell a Wedding. What say you, young Fellows, will ye have a Dance?
Sir Geo. With all my Heart; call'em in.
A DANCE.
Sir Jeal. Now let us in and refresh our selves with a chearful Glass, in which we'll bury all Animosities: And
By my Example let all Parents move,
And never strive to cross their Childrens Love;
But still submit that Care to Providence above.
FINIS
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