_Lady Am._ I am the daughter of thy deceased brother Loftus, called Earl Thunder, but no lady, my name is Mary. _Sir Geo._ But, zounds! how is all this? Eh! unexpectedly find you in a strange house, of which old Sly here tells me you're the mistress; turned quaker, and disclaim your title! _Lady Am._ Thou know'st the relation to whose care my father left me? _Sir Geo._ Well! I know our cousin, old Dovehouse, was a quaker! but I didn't suspect he would have made you one. _Lady Am._ Being now gathered to his fathers, he did bequeath unto me his worldly goods; amongst them this mansion, and the lands around it. _Eph._ So thou becom'st and continue one of the faithful. I am executor of his will, and by it, I cannot give thee, Mary, possession of these goods, but on those conditions. _Sir Geo._ Tell me of your thee's and thou's, quaker's wills and mansions! I say, girl, though on the death of your father, my eldest brother, Loftus, Earl Thunder, from your being a female, his title devolved to his next brother, Robert; though, as a woman, you can't be an earl, nor as a woman, you can't make laws for your sex and our sex, yet, as the daughter of a peer, you are, and, by Heaven, shall be called Lady Maria Amaranth Thunder. _Eph._ Thou makest too much noise, friend. _Sir Geo._ Call me friend, and I'll bump your block against the capstern. _Eph._ Yea, this is a man of danger, and I will leave Mary to abide it. [_Exit._ _Sir G._ 'Sfire, my lady-- _Lady Am._ Title is vanity. _Enter_ ZACHARIAH. _Zach._ Shall thy cook, this day, roast certain birds of the air, call'd woodcocks, and ribs of the oxen likewise? _Lady Am._ All. My uncle sojourneth with me peradventure, and my meal shall be a feast, friend Zachariah. _Zach._ My tongue shall say so, friend Mary. _Sir Geo._ [_Strikes him._] Sir George Thunder bids thee remember to call your mistress, Lady Amaranth. _Zach._ Verily, George. _Sir Geo._ George! sirrah, though a younger brother, the honour of knighthood was my reward for placing the glorious British flag over that of a daring enemy--therefore address me with respect. _Zach._ Yea, I do, good George. [_Exit._ _Sir Geo._ George and Mary! here's levelling, here's abolition of title with a vengeance! _Lady Am._ Kinsman, be patient; thou, and thy son, my cousin Henry, whom I have not beheld, I think, these twelve years, shall be welcome to my dwelling. Where now abideth the youth? _Sir Geo._ At the Naval Academy, at Portsmouth. _Lady Am._ May I not see the young man? _Sir Geo._ What, to make a quaker of him?--No, no. But, hold, as she's now a wealthy heiress, her marrying my son Harry, will keep up and preserve her title in our own family too. [_Aside._] Would'st thou really be glad to see him? thou shalt, Mary. Ha, ha, ha! John Dory! [_Calling._] Here comes my valet de chambre. _Enter_ JOHN DORY. _John._ Why, sir--such a breeze sprung up!