Charles. Did you never see me before that, sir?
Loveyet. [Looks at him steadfastly.] Yes,—I'm sure I have; and I'm very much mistaken, if—yes, that reconciles all his strange conduct;—it must be so;—it is Charles himself.
Charles. My father!
[Embracing him.
Loveyet. And are you indeed my son?
Charles. I hope I am, sir; and as such, I thus kneel to obtain forgiveness for deceiving you so.
[Kneels.
Loveyet. Rise up my lad;—by my body, I am rejoic'd to see you;—you did take your father in a little, to be sure; but never mind it;—I'll take you in another way, perhaps.
Charles. I wish you would take me in the matrimonial way, sir;—that would be a most agreeable take in.