Ran. Ha! ha! ha!—[To Vincent.
Dap. Fools sometimes say unhappy things, if we would mind 'em; but—what! melancholy at your daughter's wedding, sir?
Gripe. How deplorable is my condition!
Dap. Nay, if you will rob me of my wench, sir, can you blame me for robbing you of your daughter? I cannot be without a woman.
Gripe. My daughter, my reputation, and my money gone!—but the last is dearest to me. Yet at once I may retrieve that, and be revenged for the loss of the other: and all this by marrying Lucy here: I shall get my five hundred pounds again, and get heirs to exclude my daughter and frustrate Dapperwit; besides, 'tis agreed on all hands, 'tis cheaper keeping a wife than a wench. [Aside.
Dap. If you are so melancholy, sir, we will have the fiddles and a dance to divert you; come!
A Dance.
Gripe. Indeed, you have put me so upon a merry pin, that I resolve to marry too.
L. Flip. Nay, if my brother come to marrying once, I may too; I swore I would, when he did, little thinking—
Sir Sim. I take you at your word, madam.