My conversion is something sudden, indeed; but
I can assure him, it is very sincere.--So, so, here he comes. He looks
plaguy gruff! [_Steps aside_.
_Enter_ SIR ANTHONY
SIR A. No--I'll die sooner than forgive him! Die, did I say? I'll live
these fifty years to plague him. At our last meeting, his impudence had
almost put me out of temper--an obstinate, passionate, self-willed boy!
This is my return for putting him, at twelve years old, into a marching
regiment, and allowing him fifty pounds a year, besides his pay, ever
since! But I have done with him--he's anybody's son for me--I never will
see him more--never--never--never--never.
CAPT. A. Now for a penitential face! [_Comes forward_.
SIR A. Fellow, get out of my way!
CAPT. A. Sir, you see a penitent before you.
SIR A. I see an impudent scoundrel before me.
CAPT. A. A sincere penitent. I am come, sir, to acknowledge my error,
and to submit entirely to your will.
SIR A. What's that?
CAPT. A. I have been revolving, and reflecting, and considering on your
past goodness, and kindness, and condescension to me.
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