_Rover._ "Ay, his conscience hanging about the neck of his heart, says, good Launcelot, and good Gobbo, as aforesaid, good Launcelot Gobbo, take to thy heels and run." _Sir Geo._ Why, my lady! explain, scoundrel, and puppy unknown. _Lady Am._ Uncle, I've heard thy father was kind to thee, return that kindness to thy child. If the lamb in wanton play doth fall among the waters, the shepherd taketh him out, instead of plunging him deeper till he dieth. Though thy hairs now be grey, I'm told they were once flaxen; in short, he is too old in folly, who cannot excuse it in youth. [_Exit._ _Sir Geo._ I'm an old fool! Well, that's damn'd civil of you, madam niece, and I'm a grey shepherd--with her visions and her vines, and her lambs in a ditch; but as for you, young Mr. Goat, I'll butt you---- _Rover._ My dear Abrawang, give up the game--her ladyship, in seeming to take you for her uncle, has been only humming you! What the devil, don't you think the fine creature knows her own true born uncle? _Sir Geo._ Certainly; to be sure she knows me. _Rover._ Will you have done? Zounds, man, my honoured father was here himself to-day--Her ladyship knows his person. _Sir Geo._ Your honoured father! and who's your honoured self? _Rover._ "Now by my father's son, and that's myself, it shall be sun, moon, or a Cheshire cheese--before I budge--still crossed and crossed." _Sir Geo._ What do you bawl out to me of a Cheshire cheese, I say-- _Rover._ "And I say, as the saying is"--your friend Dick, has told me all; but to convince you of my forgiveness, in our play, as you're rough and tough, I'll cast you Charles the Wrestler, I do Orlando; I'll kick up your heels before the whole court. _Sir Geo._ Why, dam'me, I'll--And you, you undutiful chick of an old pelican--[_Lifting up his cane, to strike_ HARRY. _Enter_ JOHN, _who receives the blow_. _John._ What are you at here? cudgelling the people about? But, Mr. Buckskin, I've a word to say to you in private. _Sir Geo._ Buckskin! take that. [_Beats him._ _Enter_ LAMP, TRAPP, _and two female_ SERVANTS. _Lamp._ "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women"---- _Sir Geo._ The men are rogues, and the women hussies--I'll make a clear stage. [_Beats them off--amongst the rest, strikes_ ROVER. _Rover._ "A blow! Essex, a blow"--An old rascally impostor stigmatizing me with a blow--no, I must not put up with it.--Zounds! I shall be tweaked by the nose all round the country--I'll follow him.--"Strike me! so may this arm dash him to the earth, like a dead dog despised--blindness and leprosy, lameness and lunacy, pride, shame, and the name of villain light on me, if I don't" bang--Mr. Abrawang. [_Exit._ SCENE II. _Another Apartment._ _Enter_ LADY AMARANTH, _and_ BANKS. _Banks._ Madam, I could have paid the rent of my little cottage; but I dare say 'twas without your ladyship's knowledge, that your steward has turned me out, and put my neighbour in possession.