[Stops him.
Sir J. B. What! not my own daughter?
Lack. Nobody must abuse my wife.
Sir J. B. Wife! I shall go mad!—my daughter married to a fellow that I saw this morning in white shoes, and a black shirt?
Lady B. Ay, you would have English.
Sir J. B. I hope he's a rogue.
[Lackland bows.
Henry. Your son-in-law!
Sir J. B. If he was myself—I hope he's a rogue—
Lady B. Tell me Dolly, how dare you take up with that person?