_Sir Geo._ The devil! isn't this my spear and shield? _John._ [_Advances._] My young master--Oh! what have you been at here? [_Unbinds_ ROVER.] _Enter_ HARRY. _Harry._ My dear fellow, are you safe. _Rover._ Yes, Dick, I was brought in here very safe, I assure you. _Harry._ A confederate in custody below has made a confession of their villainy, that they concerted this plan to accuse him of a robbery; first for revenge, then, in hope to share the reward for apprehending him: he also owns they are not sailors, but depredators on the public. _Sir Geo._ Keep them safe in limbo. [_Ruffians taken off._]--Not knowing that the justice of peace, whom they've brought the lad now here before, is the very man they attacked, ha, ha, ha! The rogues have fallen into their own snare. _Rover._ What, now, you're a justice of peace; well said, Abrawang! _Amelia._ Then, Sir George, you know him too? _Sir Geo._ Know puppy unknown! to be sure. _Rover._ Madam, I am happy to see you again. [_To_ AMELIA.]--Ah, how do you do, my kind host? [_Shakes hands with_ BANKS. _Lady Am._ I rejoice at thy safety--Be reconciled to him. [_To_ SIR GEORGE. _Sir Geo._ Reconciled!--If I don't love, respect, and honour him, I should be unworthy of the life he rescued. But who is he? _Harry._ Sir, he is-- _Rover._ Dick, I thank you for your good wishes; but I am still determined not to impose on this lady--Madam, as I at first told this well meaning tar, when he forced me to your house, I am not the son of Sir George Thunder. _John._ No! Then I wish you were the son of an admiral, and I your father. _Harry._ You refuse the lady? To punish you, I've a mind to take her myself.--My dear cousin-- _Rover._ Stop, Dick.--If I, who adore her, won't, you shall not. No, no; madam, never mind what this fellow says, he's as poor as myself--Isn't he, Abrawang. _Harry._ Then, my dear Rover, since you are so obstinately disinterested, I'll no longer teize my father, whom you here see, and in your strolling friend, his very truant Harry, that ran from Portsmouth school, and joined you and fellow comedians. _Rover._ Indeed! _Harry._ Dear cousin, forgive me, if, through my zeal for the happiness of my friend, I endeavoured to promote yours, by giving you a husband more worthy than myself. [_To_ LADY AMARANTH. _Rover._ Am I to believe! Madam, is your uncle, Sir George Thunder, in this room? _Lady Am._ He is.--[_Looking at_ SIR GEORGE. _Rover._ 'Tis so! You, in reality, what I've had the impudence to assume! and have perplexed your father with my ridiculous effrontery. --[_Turns to_ JOHN DORY, _angry_.] I told you, I insisted I wasn't the person you took me for, but you must bring your damned chariot! I am ashamed and mortified. Madam, I beg to take my leave. _Eph._ Thou art welcome to go. _Rover._ [_Bows._] Sir George, as the father of my friend, I cannot lift my hand against you; but I hope, sir, you'll apologize to me. [_Apart._