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THE STRIPLING: A TRAGEDY.
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MORGAN.

Yes, and the murderer can be but a little way off. Assist us in securing him.

SERVANT.

There is a breach in the hedge at the end of that walk: he will escape that way if we are not quick. Let somebody come with me, for I cannot grapple with a ruffian single-handed.

FIRST MAN (looking in at the window).

Ay, there lies the body within, as stark as any corse, upon a board.

MORGAN.

For God's sake, don't think of satisfying curiosity now! Try to secure the villain first, or he will escape. Come with me in this direction; and (to Second Man) do you follow the footman yonder, since nobody will go alone.

FIRST MAN (as they are about to disperse).

Here is a hat on the grass.

OMNES (gathering round him).

A hat?

SECOND MAN.

Poh! it is but a boy's hat. Some varlet has come over the hedge to gather gooseberries.

MORGAN.

Is there a name in it?