Sir Geo. Know puppy unknown! to be sure.
Rover. Madam, I am happy to see you again. [To Amelia.]—Ah, how do you do, my kind host?
[Shakes hands with Banks.
Lady Am. I rejoice at thy safety—Be reconciled to him. [To Sir George.]
Sir Geo. Reconciled!—If I don't love, respect, and honour him, I should be unworthy of the life he rescued. But who is he?
Harry. Sir, he is—
Rover. Dick, I thank you for your good wishes; but I am still determined not to impose on this lady—Madam, as I at first told this well meaning tar, when he forced me to your house, I am not the son of Sir George Thunder.
John. No! Then I wish you were the son of an admiral, and I your father.
Harry. You refuse the lady? To punish you, I've a mind to take her myself.—My dear cousin—
Rover. Stop, Dick.—If I, who adore her, won't, you shall not. No, no; madam, never mind what this fellow says, he's as poor as myself—Isn't he, Abrawang.