Rover. There you spoke truth for once in your life.
F. Gam. I'm glad to hear you confess it. But her ladyship shall have the vagrants whipp'd out of the country.
Rover. Vagrant! "Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee!" "Only squint, and, by Heaven, I'll beat thy blown body till it rebounds like a tennis ball."
Sim. Beat my feyther! No, no. Thou must first beat me. [Puts himself in a posture of defence.]
Rover. [Aside, with great feeling.] "Though love cool, friendship fall off, brothers divide, subjects rebel, oh! never let the sacred bond be crack'd 'twixt son and father!"—I never knew a father's protection, never had a father to protect. [Puts his handkerchief to his eyes.]
Sim. Ecod! he's not acting now!
Enter Landlord, with a book, pen, and ink.
F. Gam. Landlord, is this Mr. Lamp here?
Land. I've just opened a bottle for him and t'other in the parlour.
Rover. "Go, father, with thy son; give him a livery more guarded than his fellows."