Eph. Thou dost speak in parables, which I understand not.
Sir Geo. Sheer off with your sanctified poop, and send the gentleman of the house.
Eph. The owner of this mansion is a maiden, and she approacheth.
Enter Lady Amaranth.
Lady Am. Do I behold?—It is! how dost thou uncle?
Sir Geo. Is it possible you can be my niece, Lady Maria Amaranth Thunder?
Lady Am. I am the daughter of thy deceased brother Loftus, called Earl Thunder, but no lady, my name is Mary.
Sir Geo. But, zounds! how is all this? Eh! unexpectedly find you in a strange house, of which old Sly here tells me you're the mistress; turned quaker, and disclaim your title!
Lady Am. Thou know'st the relation to whose care my father left me?
Sir Geo. Well! I know our cousin, old Dovehouse, was a quaker! but I didn't suspect he would have made you one.