LORD TOUCH. We'll think of punishment at leisure, but let me hasten
to do justice in rewarding virtue and wronged innocence. Nephew, I
hope I have your pardon, and Cynthia's.

MEL. We are your lordship's creatures.

LORD TOUCH. And be each other's comfort. Let me join your hands.
Unwearied nights, and wishing days attend you both; mutual love,
lasting health, and circling joys, tread round each happy year of
your long lives.


Let secret villany from hence be warned;
Howe'er in private mischiefs are conceived,
Torture and shame attend their open birth;
Like vipers in the womb, base treachery lies,
Still gnawing that, whence first it did arise;
No sooner born, but the vile parent dies.


[Exeunt Omnes.]



EPILOGUE--Spoken by Mrs. Mountford.



Could poets but foresee how plays would take,
Then they could tell what epilogues to make;