Harry. Then, my dear Rover, since you are so obstinately disinterested, I'll no longer teize my father, whom you here see, and in your strolling friend, his very truant Harry, that ran from Portsmouth school, and joined you and fellow comedians.
Rover. Indeed!
Harry. Dear cousin, forgive me, if, through my zeal for the happiness of my friend, I endeavoured to promote yours, by giving you a husband more worthy than myself. [To Lady Amaranth.]
Rover. Am I to believe! Madam, is your uncle, Sir George Thunder, in this room?
Lady Am. He is.—[Looking at Sir George.]
Rover. 'Tis so! You, in reality, what I've had the impudence to assume! and have perplexed your father with my ridiculous effrontery.—[Turns to John Dory, angry.] I told you, I insisted I wasn't the person you took me for, but you must bring your damned chariot! I am ashamed and mortified. Madam, I beg to take my leave.
Eph. Thou art welcome to go.
Rover. [Bows.] Sir George, as the father of my friend, I cannot lift my hand against you; but I hope, sir, you'll apologize to me. [Apart.
Sir Geo. Ay, with pleasure, my noble splinter—now tell me from what dock you were launched, my heart of oak?
Rover. I've heard, in England, sir; but from my earliest knowledge, till within a very few years, I've been in the East Indies.