Lady Am. Friendship requireth, yet I am not disposed to commune with company.—[Aside.
Jane. Oh, bless me, ma'am! if it isn't—
Enter Rover, dressed.
Rover. "'Tis I, Hamlet the Dane!"—"Thus far into the bowels of the land, have we marched on."—"John, that bloody and devouring boar!"
John. He called me bull in the coach.
Jane. I don't know what brought such a bull in the coach.
Rover. This the Lady Amaranth! By Heavens, the very angel quaker!
Lady Am. [Turns.] The dear, generous youth, my cousin Harry!
John. There he's for you, my lady, and make the most of him.
Jane. Oh, how happy my lady is! he looks so charming now he's fine.