Rover. Be quiet. "Jaffier has discovered the plot, and you can't deceive the senate."
Harry. Yes, my conscience wou'dn't let me carry it through.
Rover. "Ay, his conscience hanging about the neck of his heart, says, good Launcelot, and good Gobbo, as aforesaid, good Launcelot Gobbo, take to thy heels and run."
Sir Geo. Why, my lady! explain, scoundrel, and puppy unknown.
Lady Am. Uncle, I've heard thy father was kind to thee, return that kindness to thy child. If the lamb in wanton play doth fall among the waters, the shepherd taketh him out, instead of plunging him deeper till he dieth. Though thy hairs now be grey, I'm told they were once flaxen; in short, he is too old in folly, who cannot excuse it in youth. [Exit.
Sir Geo. I'm an old fool! Well, that's damn'd civil of you, madam niece, and I'm a grey shepherd—with her visions and her vines, and her lambs in a ditch; but as for you, young Mr. Goat, I'll butt you——
Rover. My dear Abrawang, give up the game—her ladyship, in seeming to take you for her uncle, has been only humming you! What the devil, don't you think the fine creature knows her own true born uncle?
Sir Geo. Certainly; to be sure she knows me.
Rover. Will you have done? Zounds, man, my honoured father was here himself to-day—Her ladyship knows his person.
Sir Geo. Your honoured father! and who's your honoured self?