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THE STRIPLING: A TRAGEDY.
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ARDEN.

Take it away, friend; I cannot eat yet.

UNDER GAOLER.

Pray, Sir, be advised. If it were but a single morsel, it would do you good.

ARDEN.

Take it away—take it away, I pray thee. Why art thou so importunate?

UNDER GAOLER.

There is a young gentleman below, who wishes to see you, and my master is anxious you should take some refreshment before he comes to you; just, as it were, to strengthen you first.

ARDEN (starting up).

A young gentleman, said ye? A boy, do you mean?

UNDER GAOLER.

Yes, Sir, one of your good, manly, gentleman-like school-boys; but wonderfully out of heart, poor fellow.

ARDEN.

Good God! Show him up immediately.

UNDER GAOLER.

Yes, Sir; but will you not take a little wine first, if you will eat nothing?