“The actors are at hand, and by their show

"You shall know all

"That you are like to know."

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The Inn.

Enter HARRY in a riding dress, and Muz in a Livery.

Harry. Tho' I went back to Portsmouth aca demy with a contrite heart to continue my studies; yet, from my father's angry letter I dread a woeful storm at our first meeting. I fancy the people at this inn don't recollect me; it reminds me of my pleasant friend, poor Jack Rover; I wonder where he is now.

Muz And brings to my memory a certain stray vaguing acquaintance of mine, poor Dick Buskin. Harry. Ha, ha, ha! Then I desire, Sir, you'll turn Dick Buskin again out of your memory.

Muz. Can't, Sir. The dear, good-natur'd, wicked son of a beg your honour's pardon.

Harry. Oh, but Muz, you must, as soon as I'm dress'd, step out and inquire whose house is this my father's at; I did not think he had any acquaintance in this part of the country. Sound what humour he's in, and how the land lies, before I venture in his presence.

Enter WAITER.

Waiter. Sir, the room is ready for you to dress.

[Exit. Harry. I shall only throw off my boots, and you'll shake a little powder in my hair. Muz. Then, hey, puff, I shoulder my curling irons. [Exeunt.

Enter Sir GEORGE THUNDER (agitated), and

LANDLORD.

Sir Geo. I can hear nothing of these deserters; yet, by my first intelligence, they'll not venture up to London. They must still be lurking about the country. Landlord, have any suspicious persons put in at your house?

Landl. Yes, Sir; now and then.

Sir Geo. Zounds! what do you do with them? Landl. Why, Sir, when a man calls for liquor that I think has no money, I make him pay beforehand.

Sir Geo. Damn your liquor, you self interested porpoise! Chatter your own private concerns, when the public good, or fear of general calamity, shou'd be the only compass. These fellows that I'm in pursuit of have run from their ships; if our navy's unmann'd, what becomes of you and your house, you dunghill cormorant ?

Landl. This is a very abusive sort of a gentleman; but he has a full pocket, or he wou'd'nt be so saucy. (aside.)

[Exit.

Sir Geo. This rascal, I believe, doesn't know I'm Sir George Thunder. Winds still variable, blow my affairs right athwart each other.-To know what's become of my runagate son Harry, and there my rich lady niece, pressing and squeezing up the noble plumage of our illustrious family in her little mean quaker bonnet; but I must up to town after-S'blood, when I catch my son Harry!-Oh, here's John Dory.

Enter JOHN DORY.

Have you taken the places in the London coach for me?

John. Hahoy! your honour, is that yourself?

Sir Geo. No, I'm beside myself-heard any thing of my son?

John. What's o'clock ?

Sir Geo. What do you talk of clocks or timepieces-All glasses' reck'ning, and log-line, are run mad with me.

John. If it's two, your son is at this moment walking with Lady Amaranth in her garden. Sir Geo. With Lady Amaranth!

John. If half after, they're cast anchor to rest themselves amongst the posies; if three, they're got up again; if four, they're picking a bit of cramm'd fowl; and, if half after, they're picking their teeth, and cracking walnuts over a bottle of Calcavella.

Sir Geo. My son! my dear friend, where did you find him?

John. Why, I found him where he was, and I left him where he is.

Sir Geo. What, and he came to Lady Amaranth's?

John. No; but I brought him there from this house in her ladyship's chariot. I won't tell him master Harry went amongst the players, or he'd never forgive him (aside). Oh! such a merry, civil, crazy, crack-brain! the very picture of your honour.

Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ha! What, he's in high spirits? Ha, ha, ha! the dog! (joyfully.) But I hope he's had discretion enough to throw a little gravity over his mad humour, before his prudent cousin.

John. He threw himself on his knees before her, and that did quite as well.

Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ha! made love to her already! Oh, the impudent, the cunning villain! What, and may be he-(with great glee).

John. Indeed he did give her a smack.

Sir Geo. Me; Ha, ha, ha!

John. Oh, he's yours! a chip of the old block.
Sir Geo. He is! he is! ha, ha, ha!

John. Oh, he threw his arms around her as eager as I would to catch a falling decanter of Madeira.

Sir Geo. Huzza! victoria! Here will be a junction of two bouncing estates! but, confound the money. John, you shall have a bowl for a jolly boat to swim in; roll in here a puncheon of rum, a hogshead of sugar, shake an orchard of oranges, and let the landlord drain his fish-pond yonder. (sings) "A bumper! a bumper of good liquor," &c.

John. Then, my good master, Sir George, I'll order a bowl in, since you are in the humour for it--" We'll dance a little, and sing a little." (singing.)

[Exit. Sir Geo. And so the wild rogue is this instant rattling up her prim ladyship. her prim ladyship. Eh, isn't this he? Left her already.

Enter HARRY (more drest).

Harry. I must have forgot my cane in this room --My father! Eh! zounds!

Sir Geo. (Looks at his watch.) Just half after four! Why, Harry, you've made great haste in cracking your walnuts.

Harry. Yes; he's heard of my frolics with the players. (aside) Dear father, if you'll but forgive-Sir Geo. Why, indeed, Harry, you've acted very bad.

Harry. Sir, it should be considered I was but, a novice.

Sir Geo. However, I shall think of nothing now but your benefit.

Harry. Very odd his approving of-(aside) I

thank you, Sir, but, if agreeable to you, I've done with benefits.

Sir Geo. If I wasn't the best of fathers, you might indeed hope none from me; but no matter, if you can but get the fair Quaker.

Harry. Or the Humours of the Navy, Sir?

Sir Geo. What, how dare you reflect on the humours of the navy? The navy has very good humours, or I'd never see your dog's face again, you villain! But I'm cool. What eh, boy, a snug

easy chariot ?

Harry. I'll order it. Waiter, desire my father's carriage to draw up (calls off).

Sir Geo. Mine, you rogue! I've none here. I mean Lady Amaranth's.

Harry. Yes, Sir, Lady Amaranth's chariot !

[Calling off. Sir Geo. What are you at? I mean that which you left this house in.

Harry. Chariot! Sir, I left this house on foot.
Sir Geo. What, with John Dory?

Harry. No, Sir, with Jack Rover.

Sir Geo. Why, John has been a rover, to be sure; but now he's settled since I've made him my valet de chambre.

did

Harry. Make him your valet! Why, Sir, where you meet him?

Sir Geo. Zounds! I met him on board, and I met him on shore, and the cabin, steerage, gallery, and forecastle. He sailed round the world with me.

Harry. Strange this, Sir! certainly I understood he had been in the East Indies; but he never told me he even knew you; but, indeed, he knew me only by the name of Dick Buskin.

Sir Geo. Then how came he to bring you to Lady Amaranth's?