Sir Geo. My dear brave boy! Then have I a son with spirit to fight me as a stranger, yet defend me as a father.
Lady Am. [Takes him by the hand.] Uncle, you'll recollect 'twas I, who first introduced a son to thee.
Sir Geo. And I hope you will next introduce a grandson to me, young slyboots. Harry, you've lost your fortune.
Harry. Yes, sir, but I've gained a brother, whose friendship (before I knew him to be such,) I prized above the first fortune in England.
Rover. My generous friend—My dearest Rosalind!
Amelia. Then, will you take our Charles? [To L. Amaranth.]
Lady Am. Yea; but only on condition thou bestowest thy fortune on his friend and brother, mine is sufficient for us, is it not?
Rover. Angelic creature!—to think of my generous friend—But now for "As you like it." Where's Lamp and Trap—I shall ever love a play—a spark from Shakspeare's Muse of Fire, was the star that guided me through my desolate and bewildered maze of life, and brought me to these unexpected blessings.
| To merit friends so good, so sweet a wife, |
| The Tender Husband be my part for life; |
| My Wild Oats sown, let candid Thespian laws |
| Decree that glorious harvest,—your applause. |