Miſs F. I should think with your Ladyship'spermiſsion, that Sir Aurthur mighttaste a little of it.

Lady H. Not for worlds. Sir Aurthur neverdrinks any thing so high.

Lord F. And now my amiable Sophiacondescend to marry me.

(He takes her hand & leads her to the front)

Stanly. Oh! Cloe could I but hope youwould make me bleſsed

Cloe. I will.

(They advance.)

Miſs F. Since you Willoughby are the only one left, I cannot refuse yourearnest solicitations — There is my Hand. –

Lady H. And may you all be Happy!

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