Sir Geo. He is! he is! ha, ha, ha!
John. Oh, he threw his arms around her as eager as I would to catch a falling decanter of Madeira.
Sir Geo. Huzza! victoria! Here will be a junction of bouncing estates! but, confound the money. John, you shall have a bowl for a jolly boat to swim in; roll in here a puncheon of rum, a hogshead of sugar, shake an orchard of oranges, and let the Landlord drain his fish-pond yonder. [Sings.] "A bumper! a bumper of good liquor," &c.
John. Then, my good master, Sir George, I'll order a bowl in, since you are in the humour for it—"We'll dance a little, and sing a little." [Singing.] [Exit.
Sir Geo. And so the wild rogue is this instant rattling up her prim ladyship. Eh, isn't this he? Left her already!
Enter Harry.
Harry. I must have forgot my cane in this room—My father! Eh! zounds!
Sir Geo. [Looks at his watch.] Just half after four! Why, Harry, you've made great haste in cracking your walnuts.
Harry. Yes; he's heard of my frolics with the players. [Aside.] Dear father, if you'll but forgive—
Sir Geo. Why, indeed, Harry, you've acted very bad.