_Aml._ Nay, 'tis he! ah, my poor _Dick_, what art thou doing here? _Dick._ What a misfortune---- [_Aside._ _Aml._ Good lard! how bravely deck'd art thou. But it's all one, I am thy mother still: and tho' thou art a wicked child, nature will speak, I love thee still, ah, _Dick_, my poor _Dick_. [_Embracing him._ _Dick._ Blood and thunder! will you ruin me? [_Breaking from her._ _Aml._ Ah the blasphemous rogue, how he swears! _Dick._ You destroy all my hopes. _Aml._ Will your mother's kiss destroy you, varlet? Thou art an ungracious bird; kneel down, and ask my blessing, sirrah. _Dick._ Death and furies! _Aml._ Ah, he's a proper young man, see what a shape he has: ah, poor child. [_Running to embrace him, he still avoiding her._ _Dick._ Oons, keep off, the woman's mad. If any body comes, my fortune's lost. _Aml._ What fortune, ah? speak, graceless. Ah _Dick_, thou'lt be hang'd, _Dick_. _Dick._ Good, dear mother, now don't call me _Dick_ here. _Aml._ Not call thee _Dick_! Is not that thy name? What shall I call thee? Mr. _Amlet_? ha! Art not thou a presumptuous rascal? Hark you, sirrah, I hear of your tricks; you disown me for your mother, and say I'm but your nurse. Is not this true? _Dick._ No, I love you; I respect you; [_Taking her hand._] I am all duty. But if you discover me here, you ruin the fairest prospect that man ever had. _Aml._ What prospect? ha! come, this is a lie now. _Dick._ No, my honour'd parent, what I say is true, I'm about a great fortune, I'll bring you home a daughter-in-law, in a coach and six horses, if you'll but be quiet; I can't tell you more now. _Aml._ Is it possible! _Dick._ It's true, by _Jupiter_. _Aml._ My dear lad---- _Dick._ For Heaven's sake---- _Aml._ But tell me, _Dick_---- _Dick._ I'll follow you home in a moment, and tell you all. _Aml._ What a shape is there---- _Dick._ Pray mother go. _Aml._ I must receive some money here first, which shall go for thy wedding-dinner. _Dick._ Here's somebody coming; s'death, she'll betray me. _Enter ~Flippanta~._ [_He makes signs to his Mother._ _Dick._ Good-morrow, dear _Flippanta_; how do all the ladies within? _Flip._ At your service, Colonel; as far at least as my interest goes. _Aml._ Colonel!--Law you now, how _Dick_'s respected! [_Aside._ _Dick._ Waiting for thee, _Flippanta_, I was making acquaintance with this old gentlewoman here. _Aml._ The pretty lad, he's as impudent as a Page. [_Aside._ _Dick._ Who is this good woman, _Flippanta_?