[_Takes out a small leather purse, and offers it to_ BANKS. _Banks._ I thank you, my good natured boy; but keep your money. _Sim._ Last summer, you saved me from being drowned in black pool, if you'll not take this, ecod, in there I'll directly fling it, and let old nick save it from being drowned, an'he can. [_Going._ _Banks._ My kind lad, then I'll not hurt your feeling, by opposing your liberality. [_Takes it._ _Sim._ He, he, he! you've now given my heart such a pleasure as I never felt, nor I'm sure feyther afore me. _Banks._ But, Sim, whatever may be his opinion of worldly prudence, still remember he's your parent. _Sim._ I will--"One elbow chair, one claw table." [_Exit, writing, and_ BANKS. _Enter_ AMELIA. _Amelia._ The confusion into which Lady Amaranth's family is thrown by the sudden departure, and apprehended danger of her young cousin, must have prevented her ladyship from giving that attention to our affairs, that I'm sure was her inclination. If I can but prevail on my brother too, to accept her protection--I can't enjoy the delights of her ladyship's hospitable mansion, and leave him here still subject to the insults of his churlish neighbour--Heavens! who's this? [_Retires._ _Enter_ ROVER _hastily, his hair and dress much disordered_. _Rover._ What a race [_Panting._] I've at last got from the blood hounds! Ah, if old Abrawang had but followed and backed me, we'd have tickled their catastrophes; but when they got me alone, three upon me were odds, so, safe's the word--who's house is this I've dash'd into?--Eh! the friendly cottage of my old gentleman! Are you at home? [_Calls._] Gadso! I had a hard struggle for it; yes, murder was their intent, so it was well for me that I was born without brains, I'm quite weak, faint! [_Leans against the wall._] _Amelia._ [_Advancing._] Sir, an't you well? [_With concern._] _Rover._ Madam, I ask pardon,--hem, yes, ma'am, very well, I thank you--now exceeding well--got into a fray there, in a kind of a hobble with some worthy gentlemen; only simple, honest farmers. I fancy mistook me for a sheaf of barley, for they down with me, and then thresh'd so heartily, gad, their flails flew merrily about my ears, but I up, and when I could no longer fight like a mastiff, why, I--run like a greyhound--But, dear ma'am, pray excuse me. Egad, this is very rude, faith. _Amelia._ You seem disturbed, [_With emotion._] will you take any refreshment? _Rover._ Madam, you're very good.--Only a little of your currant wine, if you please; if I don't forget, it stands--just--[_Points_--AMELIA _brings some from a beaufet._] Madam, I've the honour of drinking your health. [_Drinks._] _Amelia._ I hope you're not hurt, sir. _Rover._ "A little better, but very weak still"--I had a sample of this before, and liked it so much, that, madam--"Won't you take another?" _Amelia._ Sir!