_Harry._ Eh! your opinion of our intended exploit has made me ashamed of myself--Ha! ha! ha! Harkey, Jack, to frighten and punish my adviser, do you still keep on your character of young 'Squire Thunder--you can easily do that, as he, no more than myself, has ever seen the young gentleman. _Rover._ But by Heavens I'll--"Quoit him down, Bardolph." _Harry._ Yes; but, Jack, if you can marry her, her fortune is a snug thing: besides, if you love each other--I tell you-- _Rover._ Hang, her fortune! "My love, more noble than the world, prizes not quantity of dirty lands." Oh, Dick, she's the most lovely--she is female beauty in its genuine decoration! [_Exit._ _Harry._ Ha! ha! ha! this is the drollest--Rover little suspects that I am the identical Squire Thunder that he personates--I'll lend him my character a little longer. Yes, this offers a most excellent opportunity of making my poor friend's fortune, without injuring any body; if possible, he shall have her. I can't regret the loss of charms I never knew; and, as for an estate, my father's is competent to all my wishes. Lady Amaranth, by marrying Jack Rover, will gain a man of honour, which she might miss in an earl--it may tease my father a little at first, but he's a good old fellow in the main; and, I think, when he comes to know my motive--Eh! this must be she--an elegant woman, faith! Now for a spanking lie, to continue her in the belief that Jack is the man she thinks him. _Enter_ LADY AMARANTH. _Lady Am._ Who art thou, friend? _Harry._ Madam, I've scarce time to warn you against the danger you are in, of being imposed upon by your uncle, Sir George. _Lady Am._ How? _Harry._ He has heard of your ladyship's partiality for his son; but is so incensed at the irregularity of his conduct, he intends, if possible, to disinherit him; and, to prevent your honouring him with your hand, had engaged, and brought me hither, to pass me on you for him, designing to treat the poor young gentleman himself as an impostor, in hopes you'll banish him your heart and house. _Lady Am._ Is Sir George such a parent? I thank thee for thy caution.--What is thy name? _Harry._ Richard Buskin, ma'am; the stage is my profession. In the young 'squire's late excursion, we contracted an intimacy, and I saw so many good qualities in him, that I could not think of being the instrument of his ruin, nor deprive your ladyship of so good a husband, as I am certain he'll make you. _Lady Am._ Then Sir George intends to disown him? _Harry._ Yes, ma'am; I've this moment told the young gentleman of it; and he's determined, for a jest, to return the compliment, by seeming to treat Sir George himself as an impostor. _Lady Am._ Ha, ha, ha! 'twill be a just retaliation, and, indeed, what my uncle deserveth for his cruel intentions both to his son and me. _Sir Geo._ [_Without._] What, has he run away again? _Lady Am._ That's mine uncle.