Lady Am. What did he say?
Jane. He saw me, ma'am—and call'd me Blowsabella, and said he would—I'll be hang'd, ma'am, if he didn't say he would—Now, think of that;—but if he hadn't gone to London in the stage coach—
Lady Am. Is he gone? [With emotion.]
Enter John Dory.
John. Oh, my lady, mayhap John Dory is not the man to be sent after young gentlemen that scamper from school, and run about the country play acting! Pray walk up stairs, Master Thunder: [Calls off.]
Lady Am. Hast thou brought my kinsman hither?
John. Well, I havn't then.
Jane. If you havn't, what do you make a talk about it?
John. Well, don't give me your palaver, young Miss Slip Slop.—Will you only walk up, if you please, Master Harry?
Jane. Will you walk up, if you please, Master Harry?