Lady Am. All. My uncle sojourneth with me peradventure, and my meal shall be a feast, friend Zachariah.
Zach. My tongue shall say so, friend Mary.
Sir Geo. [Strikes him.] Sir George Thunder bids thee remember to call your mistress, Lady Amaranth.
Zach. Verily, George.
Sir Geo. George! sirrah, though a younger brother, the honour of knighthood was my reward for placing the glorious British flag over that of a daring enemy—therefore address me with respect.
Zach. Yea, I do, good George. [Exit.
Sir Geo. George and Mary! here's levelling, here's abolition of title with a vengeance!
Lady Am. Kinsman, be patient; thou, and thy son, my cousin Henry, whom I have not beheld, I think, these twelve years, shall be welcome to my dwelling. Where now abideth the youth?
Sir Geo. At the Naval Academy, at Portsmouth.
Lady Am. May I not see the young man?