Rover. Oh, ma'am, she was the lady of a Major Linstock: but I heard my mother's name was Seymour.
Sir Geo. Why, Amelia!
Amelia. My son!
Rover. Madam!
Amelia. It is my Charles! [Embraces him.
Sir Geo. Eh!
John. [Sings and capers, claps Ephraim on the shoulders.] Tol, lol, lol, though I never heard it before, my heart told me he was a chip of the old block.
Amelia. Your father!—
[To Rover, pointing to Sir George.
Rover. Can it?—Heaven! then have I attempted to raise my impious hand against a parent's life!