is just dead, who has left her a very handsome fortune.
(Worshipton, whose mirth stops in a moment, endeavours to resume the laugh again, but finding it wont do, retires in confusion to the bottom of the stage.)
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD(to Amaryllis and Dolly).
Much happiness may you both have in your good fortune! With the woman of your choice and a competency, Amaryllis, you will be in the most favourable state of all others for courting the muses.
AMARYLLIS.
Yes, Sir John; with my own slender patrimony and the fortune my wife brings to me, I hope to make my little cot no unfavoured haunt of the fair sisters. I am not the first poet who has been caught by the artless charms of a village maid; and my wife will have as much beauty in my eyes, dress'd in her russet gown, as the——
DOLLY.
But I won't wear a russet gown tho': I have money of my own, and I'll buy me silk ones.
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD.
Well said, Mrs. Amaryllis!—Gentle poet, your village maid is a woman of spirit.
AMARYLLIS.
She is untaught, to be sure, and will sometimes speak unwittingly.
