Clerk. The Dutch mail is arrived. Sir Rob. Any private letters from Holland?

Clerk. Your Correfpondents, Sir, have honour'd your bills.

Sir Rob.
Clerk.

Sir Rob.
Clerk.

tion.

And discharg'd them?

Every one.

And the report of their failing Was without the fmalleft founda

Sir Rob. Heaven be prais'd; now, Lydia, thy father can look again with confidence in the face of his friends.

Lydia. A more real transport could never have reach'd me!

Sir Rob. I know it, Lydia, I know it. This gentleman will both thank and reward. you.

Clerk. Sir, I would beg juft to

Sir Rob. I guess what you mean; fome inquifitive perfons below; they fhall be fatisfied foon. I will attend them directly.

[Exit Clerk. Sir James. Give me leave to join in the general joy. But what, Sir Robert, fhall we do with this paper? I fancy my man is in waiting; Robin.

Sir.

Enter Robin

Sir James. You have been of fingular fervice to-day, which I fhall take good care to acknowledge. The worth of this note, as the conditions have fail'd

Robin. Like many more of its kindred,

is reduc'd to wafte paper, your honour! but as this happy turn has been chiefly owing to Kitty, I hope the will be restor'd to favour again.

Sir James. But confider, Robin, that was not her intention.

Robin. tation-

But recollect, Sir,

Sir Rob. But the treachery-
Robin. Five hundred pounds.

the temp

Sir Rob. That is true-as many, her fuperiors, tho' perhaps not her betters, are daily detected in doing things more criminal for lefs confideration, it is fome excufe, I confess. But what fays my Lydia?

Lydia. I fhall be directed by you.

Sir Rob. And now, my children, nothing remains but the last act, to establish your union, and if (as I am refolved to difengage myfelf from that bad woman, and the other cares of this world) you will fuffer me to be a partaker of your domeftic felicity

Sir James, Lydia. thing oblige us fo much.

You cannot in any

Sir Rob. That is all I have to ask of you, or the world.

[Exeunt.

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