Car. And may our lives and duty daily strive
To be found worthy of that loving favour,
Which from your reverend age we now receive
Without desert or merit!
Enter Young Lord Wealthy, Hog, and Peter.
Y. Lord W. Room for a desirer of justice! what, my sister
Maria! who thought to have met you here.
Maria. You may see, brother, unlooked-for guests prove often troublesome.
Y. Lord W. Well, but is your husband there any quieter than he was?
Car. Sir, I must desire you to forget all injuries, if, in not being myself, I offered you any.
Alb. I'll see that peace concluded.
Y. Lord W. Which I agree to;
For patience is a virtue, father Hog.
O. Lord W. Was it you, son, that cried so loud for justice?
Y. Lord W. Yes, marry was it, and this the party to whom it appertains.