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SCENE v] THE OLD BACHELOR 1D7
Heart. What the devil's all this to me?
Vain. Patience.
Enter SIR JOSEPH WITTOL, BLUFFE, SILVIA, LUCY,
and SETTER.
Bluffe. All injuries, whatsoever, Mr. Sharper.
Sir Jo. Ay, ay, whatsoever, captain, stick to that; whatsoever.
Sharp. 'Tis done, these gentlemen are witnesses to the
general release.
Vain. Ay, ay, to this instant moment: I have passed an
act of oblivion.
Bluffe. 'Tis very generous, sir, since I needs must own—
Sir Jo. No, no, captain, you need not own, heh! heh! hen!
'tis T must own—
Bluffe. That you are overreached too, ha! ha! ha! only
a little art-military used—only undermined, or so, as shall
appear by the fair Araminta, my wife's permission.—[Lucy
unmasks.] Oh, the devil, cheated at last!
Sir Jo. Only a little art-military trick, captain, only
countermined, or so.—Mr. Vainlove, I suppose you know
whom I have got now? But all's forgiven.
Vain. I know whom you have not got; pray, ladies, convince
him. [ ARAMINTA and BELINDA unmask.
Sir Jo. Ah! O Lord, my heart aches!—Ah, Setter, a rogue
of all sides!
Sharp. Sir Joseph, you had better have pre-engaged this
gentleman's pardon; for though Vainlove be so generous to
forgive the loss of his mistress, I know not how Heartwcll
may take the loss of his wife.
f SILVIA unmasks.
Heart. My wife! by this light 'tis she, the very cockatrice!
—Oh, Sharper, let me embrace thee! But art thou sure she
is really married to him?
Set. Really and lawfully married, I am witness.
Sharp. Bellmour will unriddle to you.
[HEARTWELL goes to BELLMOUr.
Sir Jo. [To SILVIA.] Pray, madam, who are you? for I
find you and I are like to be better acquainted.
Sih. The worst of me is, that I am your wife.
Sharp. Come, Sir Joseph, your fortune is not so bad as you
fear 1 —a fine lady, and a lady of very good quality.
Sir Jo. Thanks to my knighthood, she's a lady.