Is this a vifion,

Eugeny.

A mere fantaftick fhew? or do I fee

Scudmore himself alive? then let me beg

Pardon from him.

Scudmore.

Long ago 'twas granted;

Thy love I now fhall feek: But though a while,
For these my ends, I have conceal'd myself,
I ever meant to fecure thee from danger.

Eugeny.

What frange unlook'd-for happiness this day Has brought forth with it!

Scudmore.

To tell you by what means

I was most strangely cur'd, and found a way
How to conceal my life, will be too long

Now to difcourfe of here; I will anon

Relate at large. But one thing much has griev'd me,
That my too long concealment has been caufe

Of fo much forrow to my conftant love,

The fair Matilda. Sir, fhe is your niece,

Let me intreat my pardon, next to her,

You have it: Go, good Theodore,
And bring her hither, but prepare her first:
Too fudden apprehenfion of a joy

Is fometimes fatal.

I'll about it gladly.

Theodore.

Sir Argent.

Dear coufin, Eugeny, if I yet may be
Thought worthy of that name, pardon my crime,
And my whole life, how short foe'er it be,
Shall teftify my love to be unfeigned.

Eugeny.

I do forgive you freely. Now to you, Grave fir, in whofe rich bounty it must lie, To make me happy, in conferring on me

[Exit.

Sa

So bright a jewel as Artemia,

'Tis your confent I beg.

Freeman.

You have it freely ;

Her heart, I know, she gave you long ago,
And here I give her hand.

A richer gift

Eugeny.

Than any monarch of the world can give :
Blefs'd happiness! Gently, my joys, diftil 10,
Left you do break the veffel you fhould fill.

Enter Barnet, Dotterel, Lady Whimsey.
Euphies.

Here comes another couple, to make up
The day's festivity. Joy to you, madam!

That cannot be undone : this gentleman is witness of it.

You may, as much as I fhall wish your ladyship.

Enter Theodore and Matilda.

Scudmore.

Here comes the dearest object of my foul,

In whom too much I fee my cruelty,

And chide myfelf: Oh pardon me, dear love,
That I too long a time have tyranniz'd

Over thy conftant forrow.

Dearest Scudmore,

Matilda.

But that my worthy coufin has prepár'd

10 Gently, my joys, diftil.] See p. 194.

My

My heart for this, I should not have believ'd

My flattering eyes.

Scudamore.

To know brave Theodore,

Next to enjoying thee, was my

ambition;

Which now affinity hath bleft me with.

Eugeny.

His friendship, worthy Scudmore, is a treasure.
Theodore.

I fhall endeavour to deserve your loves.
Earthworm.

Come, leave your compliments, at all hands, now,
And hear an old man fpeak; I must intreat
This favour from all this noble company,
Especially from you, good Mr. Freeman,
Although this be your daughter's wedding-day,
That you would all be pleas'd to be my guests,
And keep with me your marriage-festivals.
Grant my request.

Freeman.

'Tis granted, fir, from me.

Eugeny.

And fo, I think, from all the company.

Earthworm.

Then let's be merry, Earthworm's jovial now;

And that's as much as he defires from You. [To the Pit.

Printed by J. COTTREL, for SAMUEL SPEED, at the Signe of the Printing Prefs in St. Paul's Church-Yard, 1658. 4to.