George. [Who has remained standing.] Look you here, Master Thomas—see here mistress. ’Tis time as there was an end of this cursed play acting, or whatever ’tis called.
Emily. Play acting there never has been in my house, George, I’d like for you to know.
George. O yes there have been, mistress. And ’tis time it was finished. [Pointing to Joan.] You just take and ask that young person what she do mean by tricking herself out in Miss Clara’s gowns and what not, and by having herself called by Miss Clara’s own name.
Miles. [Taking Joan’s hand in his.] My sweet Miss must pay no attention to the common fellow. I dare him to speak like that of my little lady bride.
George. A jay bird in peacock’s feathers, that’s what ’tis. And she’s took you all in, the every one of you.
Jessie. O George, isn’t she really our aunt from London?
George. No, that she baint, Miss Jessie.
Thomas. Come, come, my lad. I never knew you act so afore.
Emily. ’Tis clear where he have spent his time this afternoon.
Luke. Nay, nay, I never did see George inside of the Spotted Cow in all the years I’ve known of him. George baint made to that shape.