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THE STRIPLING: A TRAGEDY.


GAOLER.

Yonder he comes, poor man!

YOUNG ARDEN.

You seem to pity him very much.

GAOLER.

It always grieves me to see a gentleman in his situation.

YOUNG ARDEN.

You have a kind heart, Sir; but misfortunes will happen to persons in every rank of life?

GAOLER.

Here he is, and his friends and counsel with him.

YOUNG ARDEN (aside, and shrinking back).

I'll stand behind; I cannot go up to him before those people.

Enter Arden, with his Counsel, &c., and walks slowly across the Stage, passing close by his Son, who keeps behind the Gaoler, casting a furtive look at his Father's face as he passes; then, seeing him about to enter the Felons' Passage, springs forward eagerly, as if to prevent him.

GAOLER (pulling him back).

What would you?

YOUNG ARDEN.

He is going the wrong way!