John. Do you know, if I had you at the gangways, I'd give you a neater dozen than ever you got from your schoolmaster's cat-a-nine tails.
Rover. You woudn't sure?
John. I would sure.
Rover. Indeed?—Pleasant enough! who is this genius?
John. I've dispatch'd a shallop to tell Lady Amaranth you're here.
Rover. You havn't?
John. I have.
Rover. Now, who the devil's Lady Amaranth?
John. I expect her chariot every moment, and when it comes, you'll get into it, and I'll get into it, and I'll set you down genteely at her house; then I'll have obeyed my orders, and I hope your father will be satisfied.
Rover. My father! who's he pray?