Loveyet. And am I again blest with a sight of the dear object of all my wishes and affections!—I thank you, heaven; you have been bountiful, indeed! The rolling billows, under your propitious guidance, have at length wafted me to my native land, to love and my dear Harriet.
Worthnought. What the devil does he mean!
[Aside.
Harriet. Your unexpected appearance, and the unaccountable circumstance which attends it, have discomposed me in such a manner, that I cannot express, as I wish, how happy I am in your safe arrival.
Worthnought. Hah,—happy in his arrival! If so, she will not be very happy in his rival, I'm afraid.
[Aside.
Loveyet. I will explain the occasion of my charmer's fright immediately;—at present I can only tell you that your wou'd-be lover, here—
Harriet. My lover!
Loveyet. So he confidently call'd himself, and took such other insufferably vain and impudent freedoms with your name, that I attempted to give him a little wholesome admonition with this, if his effeminate cries had not brought my lovely Harriet in to prevent me; but the very attempt has proved him to be the basest of dastards. [While he is saying this, Worthnought makes several attempts to interrupt him.]
Harriet. [To Worthnought.] I am equally surpriz'd and incens'd, sir, that you would dare to take such freedoms with my name.