Aml. What a shape is there!
Dick. To ask your consent, I say, to marry a great fortune; for what is riches in this world without a blessing? And how can there be a blessing without respect and duty to parents?
Aml. What a nose he has!
Dick. And therefore it being the duty of every good child not to dispose of himself in marriage, without the——
Aml. Now the Lord love thee [Kissing him.]——for thou art a goodly young man: Well, Dick——And how goes it with the lady? Are her eyes open to thy charms? Does she see what's for her own good? Is she sensible of the blessings thou hast in store for her? Ha! is all sure? Hast thou broke a piece of money with her? Speak, bird, do: Don't be modest, and hide thy love from thy mother, for I'm an indulgent parent.
Dick. Nothing under heaven can prevent my good fortune, but its being discover'd I'm your son——
Aml. Then thou art still asham'd of thy natural mother.—Graceless! Why, I'm no whore, sirrah.
Dick. I know you are not——A whore! Bless us all——
Aml. No; My reputation's as good as the best of 'em; and tho' I'm old, I'm chaste, you rascal you.
Dick. Lord, that is not the thing we talk of, mother; but——