Pleas. [To her.] I am contented to cancel the old score; but take heed of bringing me an after-reckoning.

  Enter GERVASE, leading SAINTLY.

Gerv. Save you, gentlemen; and you, my quondam master:  You are welcome all, as I may say.

Aldo. How now, sirrah? what is the matter?

Gerv. Give good words, while you live, sir; your landlord, and Mr Saintly, if you please.

Wood. Oh, I understand the business; he is married to the widow.

Saint. Verily the good work is accomplished.

Brain. But, why Mr Saintly?

Gerv. When a man is married to his betters, it is but decency to take her name.  A pretty house, a pretty situation, and prettily furnished!  I have been unlawfully labouring at hard duty; but a parson has soldered up the matter:  Thank your worship, Mr Woodall—­How?  Giles here!

Wood. This business is out, and I am now Aldo.  My father has forgiven me, and we are friends.

Gerv. When will Giles, with his honesty, come to this?

Wood. Nay, do not insult too much, good Mr Saintly:  Thou wert but my deputy; thou knowest the widow intended it to me.

Gerv. But I am satisfied she performed it with me, sir.  Well, there is much good will in these precise old women; they are the most zealous bed-fellows!  Look, an’ she does not blush now! you see there is grace in her.

Wood. Mr Limberham, where are you?  Come, cheer up, man!  How go matters on your side of the country?  Cry him, Gervase.

Gerv. Mr Limberham, Mr Limberham, make your appearance in the court, and save your recognizance.

  Enter LIMBERHAM and TRICKSY.

Wood. Sir, I should now make a speech to you in my own defence; but the short of all is this:  If you can forgive what is past, your hand, and I’ll endeavour to make up the breach betwixt you and your mistress:  If not, I am ready to give you the satisfaction of a gentleman.

Limb. Sir, I am a peaceable man, and a good Christian, though I say it, and desire no satisfaction from any man.  Pug and I are partly agreed upon the point already; and therefore lay thy hand upon thy heart, Pug, and, if thou canst, from the bottom of thy soul, defy mankind, naming no body, I’ll forgive thy past enormities; and, to give good example to all Christian keepers, will take thee to be my wedded wife; and thy four hundred a-year shall be settled upon thee, for separate maintenance.

Trick. Why, now I can consent with honour.

Aldo. This is the first business that was ever made up without me.

Wood. Give you joy, Mr Bridegroom.

Limb. You may spare your breath, sir, if you please; I desire none from you.  It is true, I am satisfied of her virtue, in spite of slander; but, to silence calumny, I shall civilly desire you henceforth, not to make a chapel-of-ease of Pug’s closet.