Sir Geo. Your brother!
Banks. Captain Seymour! have I found you, sir?
Sir Geo. My dear Banks, I'll make every reparation.—Amelia shall really be my wife.
Banks. That, sir, my sister is already; for when I performed the marriage ceremony, which you took only as the cloak of your deception, I was actually in orders.
John. Now, who's the crimp, and the pander? I never told you this since; because I thought a man's own reflections were the best punishment for betraying an innocent woman.
Lady Am. Madam, my inmost soul partaketh of thy gladness, and joy for thy reformation. [To Sir George.] But thy prior marriage to this lady, annuls the subsequent, and my cousin Harry is not now thy heir.
Sir Geo. So much the better; he's an unnatural cub; but, Amelia, I flatter myself I have an heir, my infant boy.—
Amelia. Ah, husband, you had; but—
Sir Geo. Gone! well, well, I see I have been a miserable scoundrel—Eh, I will, yes, I'll adopt that brave kind lad, that wou'dn't let any body kill me but himself. He shall have my estate, that's my own acquisition—My lady, marry him, puppy unknown's a fine fellow! Amelia, only for him, you'd never have found your husband Captain Seymour in Sir George Thunder.
Amelia. What?