_Rover._ Ay, and scramble for the top parts as eager as for star, ribband, place, or pension. Lamp, decorate the seats out smart and theatrical, and drill the servants that I've given the small parts to--[_Exit_ LAMP. _Lady Am._ I wished for some entertainment, (in which gay people now take delight,) to please those I have invited; but we'll convert these follies into a charitable purpose. Tickets for this day shall be delivered unto my friends gratis; but money to their amount, I will, from my own purse (after rewarding our assistants) distribute amongst the indigent of the village. Thus, whilst we please ourselves, and perhaps amuse our friends, we shall make the poor happy. [_Exit._ _Rover._ An angel! If Sir George doesn't soon arrive, to blow me, I may, I think, marry her angelic ladyship; but will that be honest? She's nobly born, though I suspect I had ancestors too, if I knew who they were. I certainly entered this house the poorest wight in England, and what must she imagine when I am discovered? That I am a scoundrel; and, consequently, though I should possess her hand and fortune, instead of loving, she'll despise me----[_Sits down._] I want a friend now, to consult--deceive her I will not. Poor Dick Buskin wants money more than myself, yet this is a measure I'm sure he'd scorn. No, no, I must not.-- _Enter_ HARRY. _Harry._ Now I hope my passionate father will be convinced that this is the first time I ever was under this roof. Eh, what beau is here? Astonishing! My old strolling friend! [_Unperceived, sits by_ ROVER. _Rover._ Heigho! I don't know what to do. _Harry._ [_In the same tone._] "Nor what to say." _Rover._ [_Turns_] Dick Buskin! My dear fellow! Ha! ha! ha! Talk of the devil, and--I was just thinking of you--'Pon my soul, Dick, I'm so happy to see you! [_Shakes hands cordially._ _Harry._ But, Jack, eh, perhaps you found me out? _Rover._ Found you! I'm sure I wonder how the deuce you found me out. Ah, the news of my intended play has brought you. _Harry._ He does'nt know as yet who I am; so I'll carry it on. [_Aside._] Then you too have broke your engagement with Truncheon, at Winchester; figuring it away in your stage clothes too. Really, tell us what you are at here, Jack? _Rover._ Will you be quiet with your Jacking? I'm now 'Squire Harry. _Harry._ What? _Rover._ I've been pressed into this service by an old man of war, who found me at the inn, and, insisting I am son to a Sir George Thunder, here, in that character, I flatter myself I have won the heart of the charming lady of this house. _Harry._ Now the mystery's out. Then it's my friend Jack has been brought here for me! [_Aside._] Do you know the young gentleman they take you for? _Rover._ No: but I flatter myself he is honoured in his representative. _Harry._ Upon my soul, Jack, you're a very high fellow.