Mar. Come, Sir Timothy, be pacify'd; I fancy we fhall agree much better as Uncle and Neice, than as Man and Wife. Sir Tim. Oh thou falfe Creature! I am enrag'd, and wifh all the Western World was on Fire- But I'll. take Poft for the Eaft-Indies this Inftant, and never converfe with Man, Woman or Child again, that was born on this fide the Cape of Good-hope. [Exit Sir Tim. Clev. Let him go; we fhall find fome way to mollifie him, I warrant you, when the first Heat is over. Short are the paffionate Firs of Love, and Rage, Blaze out, and for a Moment feem to rife, [Exeunt Omnes FINI S. |