Rover. I am, now I can put some pounds in your pockets; you shall be employed—we're getting up "As you like it." Let's see, in the cast have I a part for you?—I'll take Touchstone from Lamp, you shall have it, my boy; I'd resign Orlando to you with any other Rosalind; but the lady of the mansion plays it herself, you rogue.
Harry. The very lady my father intended for me. [Aside.] Do you love her, Jack?
Rover. To distraction; but I'll not have her.
Harry. No! Why?
Rover. She thinks me a gentleman, and I'll not convince her I am a rascal. I'll go on with our play, as the produce is appropriated to a good purpose, and then lay down my 'squireship, bid adieu to my heavenly Rosalind, and exit for ever from her house, poor Jack Rover.
Harry. The generous fellow I ever thought him! and he sha'n't lose by it. If I could make him believe—[Aside.] Well, this is the most whimsical affair! You've anticipated, superseded me, ha! ha! ha! You'll scarce believe that I'm come here too (purposely though) to pass myself for this young Henry.
Rover. No!
Harry. I am.
Sir Geo. [Without.] Harry, where are you?
Rover. Eh! who's that?