_Rover._ "'Tis I, Hamlet the Dane!"--"Thus far into the bowels of the land, have we marched on."--"John, that bloody and devouring boar!" _John._ He called me bull in the coach. _Jane._ I don't know what brought such a bull in the coach. _Rover._ This the Lady Amaranth! By Heavens, the very angel quaker! _Lady Am._ [_Turns._] The dear, generous youth, my cousin Harry! _John._ There he's for you, my lady, and make the most of him. _Jane._ Oh, how happy my lady is! he looks so charming now he's fine. _John._ Harkye! she's as rich as a Spanish Indiaman; and I tell you, your father wishes you'd grapple her by the heart--court her, you mad devil. [_Apart to_ ROVER.] There's an engagement to be between these two vessels: but little Cupid's the only man that's to take minutes, so come. [_To_ JANE.] _Jane._ Ma'am, an't I to wait on you? _John._ No, my lass, you're to wait on me. _Jane._ Wait on this great sea-bull! lack-a-daisy! am I--am-- _John._ By this, Sir George is come to the inn. Without letting the younker know, I'll go bring him here, and smuggle both father and son into a joyful meeting. [_Aside._]--[_To_ JANE.] Come now, usher me down like a lady. _Jane._ This way, Mr. Sailor Gentleman. [_Exeunt_ JOHN _and_ JANE. _Rover._ By Heavens, a most delectable woman! [_Aside._ _Lady Am._ Cousin, when I saw thee in the village free the sheep from the wolf, why didst not tell me then thou wert son to my uncle, Sir George? _Rover._ Because, my lady, then I--did'nt know it myself--[_Aside._ _Lady Am._ Why wouldst vex thy father, and quit thy school. _Rover._ "A truant disposition, good my lady, brought me from Wirtemberg." _Lady Am._ Thy father designs thee for his dangerous profession; but is thy inclination turned to the voice of trumpets, and smites of mighty slaughter? _Rover._ "Why, ma'am, as for old Boreas, my dad, when the blast of war blows in his ears, he's a tyger in his fierce resentment."--But for me, "I think it a pity, so it is, that villainous saltpetre should be digg'd out of the bowels of the harmless earth, which many a good tall fellow has destroyed, with wounds and guns, and drums, Heav'n save the mark!" _Lady Am._ Indeed thou art tall, my cousin, and grown of comely stature. Our families have long been separated. _Rover._ They have--Since Adam, I believe--[_Aside._] "Then, lady, let that sweet bud of love now ripen to a beauteous flower?" _Lady Am._ Love! _Rover._ "Excellent wench! perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee, and when I love thee not, chaos is come again." _Lady Am._ Thou art of an happy disposition. _Rover._ "If I were now to die, 'twere now to be most happy." "Let our senses dance in concert to the joyful minutes, and this, and this, the only discord make." [_Embracing._ _Enter_ JANE, _with cake and wine_. _Jane._ Ma'am, an't please you, Mr. Zachariah bid me---- _Rover._ "Why, you fancy yourself Cardinal Wolsey in this family."