_Lady Am._ Oh, my impartial uncle! Had thy country any laws to punish him, who instead of paltry gold, would rob the artless virgin of her dearest treasure, in the rigid judge I should now behold the trembling criminal.
_Enter_ TWITCH, _with_ ROVER _bound, who keeps his face averted, and Two_ RUFFIANS.
_Sir Geo._ Hold thy clapper thou--Who are the prosecutors?
_Sir Geo._ Will nobody stop his mouth? [JOHN DORY _pushes him up against the wall_.] Where are the prosecutors?
_Twitch._ There, tell his worship, the justice.
_2d Ruffian._ A justice--Oh! the devil! I thought we should have nothing but quakers to deal with. [_Aside._] Why, your honour, I'll swear--[_In a feigned country voice._
_Sir Geo._ [_Looking at them._] Oh, ho! Clap down the hatches, secure these sharks.
_Rover._ I thought I should find you here, Abrawang, and that you had some knowledge of these fellows.
_Lady Am._ Heavens! my cousin Harry--[_Aside._]
_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.]
_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?
_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.