Lady Am. Heavens! my cousin Harry—[Aside.]
Sir Geo. The devil! isn't this my spear and shield?
John. [Advances.] My young master—Oh! what have you been at here? [Unbinds Rover.]
Enter Harry.
Harry. My dear fellow, are you safe.
Rover. Yes, Dick, I was brought in here very safe, I assure you.
Harry. A confederate in custody below has made a confession of their villainy, that they concerted this plan to accuse him of a robbery; first for revenge, then, in hope to share the reward for apprehending him: he also owns they are not sailors, but depredators on the public.
Sir Geo. Keep them safe in limbo. [Ruffians taken off.]—Not knowing that the justice of peace, whom they've brought the lad now here before, is the very man they attacked, ha, ha, ha! The rogues have fallen into their own snare.
Rover. What, now, you're a justice of peace; well said, Abrawang!
Amelia. Then, Sir George, you know him too?