Sir Geo. He that best should know; only Dick Buskin here.
John. Then Dick Buskin might find some other amusement than shooting off his guns here.
Sir Geo. Did you bring my son to Lady Amaranth's in her chariot?
John. And to be sure I did.
Sir Geo. There, what do you say to that?
Harry. I say it's false.
John. False! Shiver my hulk, Mr. Buskin, if you wore a lion's skin, I'd curry you for this.
[Exit, in a rage.
Sir Geo. No, no, John's honest; I see through it now. The puppy has seen her, perhaps he has the impudence not to like her, and so blows up this confusion and perplexity only to break off a marriage that I've set my heart on.
Harry. What does he mean? Sir, I'll assure you—