_Rover._ Thus, "I say my sister's wrong'd, my sister _Blowsabella_, born as high and noble as the _attorney_--do her justice, or by the gods I'll lay a scene of blood, shall make this _haymow_ horrible to Beebles."--"Say that, Chamont." _Sim._ I believe it's full moon. You go hoame to your place, and moind your business. _Jane._ My lady will be so pleas'd I found him! I don't wonder at it, he's such a fine spoken man. _Sim._ Dang it! Will you stand here grinning at the wild bucks. _Jane._ Perhaps the gentleman might wish to send her ladyship a compliment. An't please you, sir, if it's even a kiss between us two, it shall go safe; for, though you should give it me, brother Sim then can take it to my lady. _Rover._ "I kiss'd thee e'er I kill'd thee." _Jane._ Kill me! _Rover._ "No way but this, killing myself to die upon a kiss!" [_Advancing._] _Sim._ Go! [_To Jane--puts her out._] _Rover._ "Ay; to a nunnery go to." I'm cursedly out of spirits; but hang sorrow, I may as well divert myself.--"'Tis meat and drink for me to see a clown."--"Shepherd, was't ever at Court?" _Sim._ Not I. _Rover._ "Then thou art damn'd." _Sim._ Eh! _Rover._ Ay, "thou art damn'd like an ill roasted egg--all on one side."--Little Hospitality. [_Looking out._ _Enter_ FARMER GAMMON. _F. Gam._ Eh, where's the showman, that wants to hire my barn? So, Madam Jane, I place her out to sarvice, and instead of attending her mistress, she gets gallopping all about the village.--How's this, son? _Rover._ "Your son? Young Clodpate, take him to your wheat stack, and there teach him manners." _F. Gam._ Ah, thou'rt the fellow that would bolt out of the dirty roads into people's houses. Ho, ho, ho! Sim's schooling is mightily thrown away if he hasn't more manners than thou. _Sim._ Why, feyther, it is! Gadzooks, he be one of the play! Acted Tom Fool, in King Larry, at Lymington, t'other night--I thought I know'd the face, thof he had a straw cap, and a blanket about'n--Ho, ho! how comical that was when you said-- _Rover._ "Pillicock sat upon Pillicock hill, pil--i--loo, loo!" _Sim._ That's it! He's at it! [_Claps._] Laugh, feyther. _F. Gam._ Hold your tongue, boy! I believe he's no better than he should be. The moment I saw him, says I to myself, _you are a rogue_. _Rover._ There you spoke truth for once in your life. _F. Gam._ I'm glad to hear you confess it. But her ladyship shall have the vagrants whipp'd out of the country. _Rover._ Vagrant! "Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee!" "Only squint, and, by Heaven, I'll beat thy blown body till it rebounds like a tennis ball." _Sim._ Beat my feyther! No, no. Thou must first beat me. [_Puts himself in a posture of defence._] _Rover._ [_Aside, with great feeling._] "Though love cool, friendship fall off, brothers divide, subjects rebel, oh! never let the sacred bond be crack'd 'twixt son and father!"--I never knew a father's protection, never had a father to protect. [_Puts his handkerchief to his eyes._]