_Rover._ "Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me." _John._ Man, don't stand preaching parson Sacks--come to the chariot. _Rover._ Ay, to the chariot! "Bear me, Bucephalus, among the billows,--hey! for the Tygris!" [_Exeunt._ ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. LADY AMARANTH'S _House_. _Enter_ LADY AMARANTH _and_ EPHRAIM. _Lady Am._ Though thou hast settled that distressed gentleman's debt, let his sister come unto me; and remit a quarter's rent unto all my tenants. _Eph._ As thou bid'st I have discharged from the pound the widow's cattle; but shall I let the lawsuit drop against the farmer's son who did shoot the pheasant? _Lady Am._ Yea; but instantly turn from my service the gamekeeper's man that did kill the fawn, while it was eating from his hand. We should hate guile, though we may love venison. _Eph._ I love a young doe.--[_Aside._] Since the death of friend Dovehouse, who, (though one of the faithful) was an active magistrate, this part of the country is infested with covetous men, called robbers, and I have, in thy name, said unto the people, whoever apprehendeth one of these, I will reward him, yea with thirty pieces of gold. [_A loud knocking without._] That beating of one brass against another at thy door, proclaimeth the approach of vanity, whose pride of heart swelleth at an empty sound. [_Exit._ _Lady Am._ But my heart is possessed with the idea of that wandering youth, whose benevolence induced him to part with, perhaps, his all, to free the unhappy debtor. His person is amiable, his address (according to worldly modes) formed to please, to delight. But he's poor; is that a crime? Perhaps meanly born: but one good action is an illustrious pedigree. I feel I love him, and in that word are birth, fame, and riches. _Enter_ JANE. _Jane._ Madam, my lady, an't please you-- _Lady Am._ Didst thou find the young man, that I may return him the money he paid for my tenant? _Jane._ I found him, ma'am, and--I found him, and he talked of--what he said. _Lady Am._ What did he say? _Jane._ He saw me, ma'am--and call'd me Blowsabella, and said he would--I'll be hang'd, ma'am, if he didn't say he would--Now, think of that;--but if he hadn't gone to London in the stage coach-- _Lady Am._ Is he gone? [_With emotion._ _Enter_ JOHN DORY. _John._ Oh, my lady, mayhap John Dory is not the man to be sent after young gentlemen that scamper from school, and run about the country play acting! Pray walk up stairs, Master Thunder: [_Calls off._] _Lady Am._ Hast thou brought my kinsman hither? _John._ Well, I havn't then. _Jane._ If you havn't, what do you make a talk about it? _John._ Well, don't give me your palaver, young Miss Slip Slop.--Will you only walk up, if you please, Master Harry? _Jane._ Will you walk up, if you please, Master Harry? _Lady Am._ Friendship requireth, yet I am not disposed to commune with company.--[_Aside._ _Jane._ Oh, bless me, ma'am! if it isn't-- _Enter_ ROVER, _dressed_.