Sir Geo. Ay, ay, never fear that; she shall see I despise her Frowns, let her use her Blunderbuss against the next Fool, she shan't reach me with the Smoak, I warrant her, Ha, ha, ha.
Marpl. Ah, Charles, if you cou'd receive a Disappointment thus En Cavalier, one shou'd have some comfort in being beat for you.
Char. The Fool comprehends nothing.
Sir Geo. Nor wou'd I have him; prithee take him along with thee.
Char. Enough: Marplot, you shall go home with me.
Marpl. I'm glad I'm well with him however. Sir George, yours. Egad, Charles, asking me to go home with him, gives me a shrewd suspicion there's more in the Garden-Gate, than I comprehend. Faith, I'll give him the drop, and away to Guardians, and find it out.
Sir Geo. I kiss both your Hands— And now for the Garden-Gate.
It's Beauty gives the Assignation there,
And Love too powerful grows t' admit of Fear.
(Exit.
The End of the Third Act.