LADY AMARANTHE.
This is strange; or is there some mistake? Perhaps you are not the same Mr. Dick?
DICK.
Why, yes, my lady, for that matter, I be the same Dick. (Approaching a few steps, and speaking confidentially.) I'll just tell your ladyship the whole truth, and not a bit of a lie. There comes an impudent fellow to me, and he tells me, just out of his own head, I'll be bound, that if I sung o' mornings, he would have me put in the stocks.
LADY AMARANTHE.
Good heavens!
JUSTINE—(in the same tone.)
Grands dieux!
DICK—(with a grin.)