Sir _Row._ But _Teresia_, Madam, where can she be gadding?

L. _Youth._ Why, _Lettice_ tells me, she went to buy some Trifles to
adorn her this Night--Her Governante is with her, and my Steward.

Enter Mr. _Twang_.

_Twang._ Alas, what pity 'tis; the Supper is quite spoil'd, and no
Bridegroom come!

_A Noise of hallowing without, and Musick._

Enter Lady _Blunder_.

L. _Blun._ Bless us! Here's a whole Regiment of Liveries, Coaches, and
Flambeaux at the Door! the Fops of the Town have heard of a Wedding, and
are come in Masquerade.

Enter Musick playing; after them, Prince _Frederick_, leading
_Mirtilla_, _George_ leading _Teresia_; Sir _Merlin_, _Diana_;
Mrs. _Manage_, _Britton_; Pages, and Footmen, all in Masquerade.
Sir _Morgan_ comes in, all in Mourning; _Welborn_, and _Olivia_.

Sir _Mer._ Hearing of a high Wedding, Sir, we made bold (as the saying
is) to give you Joy. Sir, are not you the Bridegroom?

_Ter._ Where's your Bride, Sir? Ha! ha! ha!

Sir _Mer._ Ay, ay, where's your Bride?

Sir _Row._ What's that to you, _Sir_ Coxcomb?

Sir _Mer._ Hum--how the devil came he to know me now?--Is this reverend
Gentlewoman your Lady, Sir?

Sir _Row._ Ounds, they come to mock us!--Hark ye, hark ye, Tawdrums, if
you are Men, shew your Faces; if Apes, play over your Monkey-Tricks and
be gone, d'ye hear.--We are not at leisure for Fooling.

_Geo._ Be but at leisure, Sir, to pardon [_George_ kneels.
this one Disobedience of my Life, and all the rest I'll dedicate to
please and humour you. Sir, I am marry'd.
[Pulls off his Mask.

Sir _Row._ What the Devil's that to me, Sir?

_Geo._ Do not you know me, Sir?

Sir _Row._ No, Sir, nor don't care to know any such flaunting Coxcombs.

_Geo._ Look on me, Sir.
[Looks on him, knows him, goes away, and returns.

Sir _Row._ Hum, hum, hum--

_Ter._ It is your Son, Sir, your darling Son, who has sav'd your Life
from Insolence.

Sir _Row._ Hum--_Teresia_!

L. _Youth._ How, _Teresia_! what, robb'd me of my intended Husband? Oh,
undone! undone!
[Falls into a Chair.

Sir _Row._ And hast thou, after all, served me such a Rogue's Trick,
thou ungracious Varlet? What, cuckold thine own Father!

_Geo._ Oh, do not frown, I cannot bear your Anger! Here will I hang for
ever till you Pardon me.
[Clasps his Knees.

Sir _Row._ Look--look--now cannot I be angry with the good-natur'd young
Rogue.
[Weeps.
Well, _George_--B