_Bib_. I'll run and call them.
_Isa_. I have found out that, will comfort her: Henceforward I
christen her by the name of Madam Bibber.
_All_. A Madam Bibber, a Madam Bibber!
_Fran_. Why, I thank you, sweet gentlemen and ladies; this is a
cordial to my drooping spirits: I confess I was a little eclipsed; but
I'll cheer up with abundance of love, as they say. Strike up, fiddles.
_Lov_. That's a good wench.
DANCE.
_Trice_. This music and a little nod has recovered me. I'll in,
and provide for the sack posset.
_Non_. To bed, to bed; 'tis late. Son Loveby, get me a boy
to-night, and I'll settle three thousand a-year upon him the first day
he calls me grandsire.
_Lov_. I'll do my best, To make the bargain sure before I sleep.
Where love and money strike, the blow goes deep.
[_Exeunt omnes_.
EPILOGUE,
WHEN IT WAS FIRST ACTED.
The _Wild Gallant_ has quite played out his game;
He's married now, and that will make him tame;
Or if you think marriage will not reclaim him,
The critics swear they'll damn him, but they'll tame him.
Yet, though our poet's threatened most by these,
They are the only people he can please:
For he, to humour them, has shown to-day,
That which they only like, a wretched play:
But though his play be ill, here have been shown
The greatest wits, and beauties of the town;
And his occasion having brought you here,
You are too grateful to become severe.
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