Sir J. B. Abuse! You little rascal, how dare you have the impudence to be taken for a colonel?—Get away, this instant, or, I'll crop you, with your own shears—Get along, you rascal.
[Pushes out Lepoche.
Enter Robin.
Robin. Madam, there's Miss Dolly gone off,—and Mrs. Casey says, it's upon some marriage scheme, or other.
Lady B. My daughter!
Sir J. B. My Doll!
Robin. And from what I can learn from Squire Tallyho's man, she's to meet his master.
Lady B. There's your honest Yorkshireman, Sir John Bull!
Robin. I think they say, sir, she's gone to Colonel Epaulette's lodge.
Sir J. B. Ay, there's your honourable Frenchman, my Lady Bull!—but, come along—I'll have my daughter!—Rob me of my child!—Oh, for a search warrant!—Oh, for an English jury! Come along.