Enters with Sir George.
Sir Geo. Rascal! whip me up like a pound of tea, dance me about like a young bear, make me quit the preserver of my life! yes, puppy unknown will think me a poltroon, and that I was afraid to follow, and second him.
John. Well, you may as well turn into your hammock; for out to-night you shall not budge—[Sees Amelia.] Oh! marcy of Heaven! isn't it—Eh, master? Only give one look.
Amelia. [Seeing Sir George.] My husband!
[Swoons; Lady Amaranth supports her.
Sir Geo. 'Tis my Amelia!
John. [Stopping Sir George, and looking attentively at Amelia.] Reef the foresail! first, you cracked her heart by sheering off, and now you'll overset her by bringing to.
Lady Am. Hold—soft!
Amelia. Are you at length returned to me, my Seymour?
Lady Am. Seymour! her mind is disturbed, this is mine uncle, Sir George Thunder.