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THE STRIPLING: A TRAGEDY.
fully pale and spent. Hast thou come along thus through the night? Where is thy hat?
Upon my head, is it not?
No, my love: hast thou been wandering bare-headed in the night air?
YOUNG ARDEN (putting his hand to his head).
I knew not that I was so.
My dear young Sir, what way came you? I have been in search of you everywhere.
I can't tell. I ran straight forward from it, through every open lane and passage that I saw; and here I am at last.
Straight forward from what? Did any thing pursue thee?
YOUNG ARDEN (in a quick altered voice).
Yes, something did.—Have you any wine at hand, good Humphry? I am almost wild with faintness.
Alas! I think thou art.
