[Shakes hands cordially.
Harry. But, Jack, eh, perhaps you found me out?
Rover. Found you! I'm sure I wonder how the deuce you found me out. Ah, the news of my intended play has brought you.
Harry. He does'nt know as yet who I am; so I'll carry it on. [Aside.] Then you too have broke your engagement with Truncheon, at Winchester; figuring it away in your stage clothes too. Really, tell us what you are at here, Jack?
Rover. Will you be quiet with your Jacking? I'm now 'Squire Harry.
Harry. What?
Rover. I've been pressed into this service by an old man of war, who found me at the inn, and, insisting I am son to a Sir George Thunder, here, in that character, I flatter myself I have won the heart of the charming lady of this house.
Harry. Now the mystery's out. Then it's my friend Jack has been brought here for me! [Aside.] Do you know the young gentleman they take you for?
Rover. No: but I flatter myself he is honoured in his representative.
Harry. Upon my soul, Jack, you're a very high fellow.