_Eph._ My spirit is sad, though my feet move so nimble. [_Exit very slow._ _Lady Am._ But, Oh, Heavens, no tidings of my dearest Henry! Jane, let them renew their search. _Jane._ Here's Madam Amelia, you see I've got her room ready; but I'll go make brother Sim look for the young 'squire. [_Exit._ _Enter_ AMELIA. _Amelia._ Oh, madam, might I implore your influence with-- _Lady Am._ Thou art ill accommodated here; but I hope thou wilt excuse--My mind is a sea of trouble, my peace shipwrecked--Oh, friend, hadst thou seen my cousin Harry, thou too, all who knew him, must be anxious for his safety. _John._ [_Without._] Heave a-head. _Enters with_ SIR GEORGE. _Sir Geo._ Rascal! whip me up like a pound of tea, dance me about like a young bear, make me quit the preserver of my life! yes, puppy unknown will think me a poltroon, and that I was afraid to follow, and second him. _John._ Well, you may as well turn into your hammock; for out to-night you shall not budge--[_Sees Amelia._] Oh! marcy of Heaven! isn't it--Eh, master? Only give one look. _Amelia._ [_Seeing_ SIR GEORGE.] My husband! [_Swoons_; LADY AMARANTH _supports her_. _Sir Geo._ 'Tis my Amelia! _John._ [_Stopping_ SIR GEORGE, _and looking attentively at_ AMELIA.] Reef the foresail! first, you cracked her heart by sheering off, and now you'll overset her by bringing to. _Lady Am._ Hold--soft! _Amelia._ Are you at length returned to me, my Seymour? _Lady Am._ Seymour! her mind is disturbed, this is mine uncle, Sir George Thunder. _John._ No, no, my lady, she knows what she's saying very well. _Sir Geo._ Niece, I have been a villain to this lady, I confess. But, my dear Amelia, Providence has done you justice in part. From the first month I quitted you, I have never entered one happy hour on my journal; hearing that you foundered, and considering myself the cause, the worm of remorse has gnawed my timbers. _Amelia._ You're not still offended with me? _Sir Geo._ Me! can you forgive my offence, and condescend to take my hand as an atonement? _Amelia._ Your hand! Do you forget that we are already married? _Sir Geo._ Ay, there was my rascality. _John._ You may say that. _Sir Geo._ Hold your tongue, you impudent crimp, you pander, you bad adviser--I'll strike my false colours--I'll now acknowledge the chaplain you provided was-- _John._ Was a good man, and a greater honour to his black, than your honour has been to your blue cloth--Eh, by the word of a seaman, here he is himself. _Enter_ BANKS. _Sir Geo._ Your brother! _Banks._ Captain Seymour! have I found you, sir? _Sir Geo._ My dear Banks, I'll make every reparation.--Amelia shall really be my wife. _Banks._ That, sir, my sister is already; for when I performed the marriage ceremony, which you took only as the cloak of your deception, I was actually in orders.