I should indeed have had some more regard for the brute, so as he had belonged to your honour.
AMARYLLIS.
I thank you, my sweet girl, but you ought to speak gently to every thing.—And don't call me "your honour." I don't like to hear my pretty Dolly call me so.
DOLLY.
O daisy! what shall I call you then?
AMARYLLIS.
Call me Sir, or Mr. Amaryllis, or when you would be very kind to me, my dear Mr. Amaryllis.
DOLLY.
My dear Mr. Amarals,
AMARYLLIS.
Amaryllis is my name, Dolly.
DOLLY.
Yes, yes! I know your name is Amarals.
AMARYLLIS.
No, child, Amaryllis.—But you'll pronounce it better by and by. And if my Dolly will take this coat and brush it for me, when she brings it to my
