_Jane._ No, sir, I'm not Cardinal Wolsey, I'm only my lady's maid here--Jenny Gammon, at your service. _Rover._ "A bowl of cream for your Catholic majesty." _Jane._ Cream! No, sir, it's wine and water. _Rover._ "You get no water, take the wine, great potentate."-- [_Gives Lady_ AMARANTH _a glass, then drinks_.] _Jane._ Madam, my father begs leave-- _Rover._ "Go, go, thou shallow Pomona."--[_Puts her out._] Eh! Zounds, here's my manager. _Enter_ FARMER GAMMON _and_ LAMP. _F. Gam._ I hope her ladyship hasn't found out 'twas I had Banks arrested. [_Aside._]--Would your ladyship give leave for this here honest man and his comrades to act a few plays in the town, 'cause I've let'n my barn. 'Twill be some little help to me, my lady. _Rover._ My lady, I understand these affairs. Leave me to settle 'em. _Lady Am._ True; these are delusions, as a woman, I understand not. But by my cousin's advice I will abide; ask his permission. _Gam._ So; I must pay my respects to the young squire. [_Aside._] An't please your honour, if a poor man like me [_Bows._] durst offer my humble duty.-- _Rover._ Canst thou bow to a vagrant. Eh, Little Hospitality? [FARMER GAMMON _looks in his face, and sneaks off_. _Lamp._ Please your honour, if I may presume to hope you'll be graciously pleased to take our little squad under your honour's protection-- _Rover._ Ha! _Lady Am._ What say'st thou, Henry? _Rover._ Ay, where's Henry? Gadso! True, that's me. Strange I should already forget my name, and not half an hour since I was christened! [_Aside._] Harkye! do you play yourself? Eh! Ha! Hem! [_Vapouring._] fellow? _Lamp._ Yes, sir; and sir, I have just now engaged a new actor, Mr. Rover. Such an actor! _Rover._ Eh! What! you've engaged that--what's his name, Rover? If such is your best actor, you shan't have my permission. My dear madam, the worst fellow in the world. Get along out of town, or I'll have all of you, man, woman, child, stick, rag, and fiddlestick, clapt into the whirligig. _Lady Am._ Good man, abide not here. _Rover._ Eh! What, my friend? Now, indeed, if this new actor you brag of, this crack of your company, was any thing like a gentleman-- _Lamp._ [_Stares._] It isn't! _Rover._ It is. My good friend, if I was really the unfortunate poor strolling dog you thought me, I should tread your four boards, and crow the cock of your barn-door fowl; but as fate has ordained that I'm a gentleman, and son to Sir,--Sir,--what the devil's my father's name? [_Aside._] you must be content to murder Shakspeare without making me an accomplice.