Then I shall need give money no longer: for faith if he
Be negligent, I'le ring him a Peal to quicken him to his duty.
Thus marry'd once, I'le doe like other wives
That make their husbands drudge for quiet lives.

_The End of the Second Act._




Act the Third.


_Enter _Don Gerardo_ with a Book in his Hand._

Song.

1.

_Some Happy Soul come down and tell
What Joys are those with you do dwell?
If it be Happiness like ours below,
Which from our want of ills does only flow,
Then 'tis plain that mighty theam
Of Immortality is but a Dream_.

2.

_'Tis Love, 'tis Love, for nothing can
Give real Happiness to Man,