SIR PETER. There's a precious Rogue--Yet that fellow is a Writer
and a Critic.

LADY TEAZLE. See[,] Sir Oliver[,] there needs no persuasion now
to reconcile your Nephew and Maria--

SIR OLIVER. Aye--aye--that's as it should be and egad we'll have
the wedding to-morrow morning--

CHARLES. Thank you, dear Unkle!

SIR PETER. What! you rogue don't you ask the Girl's consent first--

CHARLES. Oh, I have done that a long time--above a minute ago--
nd She has look'd yes--

MARIA. For Shame--Charles--I protest Sir Peter, there has not been
a word----

SIR OLIVER. Well then the fewer the Better--may your love for each
other never know--abatement.

SIR PETER. And may you live as happily together as Lady Teazle
and I--intend to do--

CHARLES. Rowley my old Friend--I am sure you congratulate me and
I suspect too that I owe you much.

SIR OLIVER. You do, indeed, Charles--