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THE STRIPLING: A TRAGEDY.
Dear child! thy words strangely perplex me. But here is the wine.
Re-enter Humphry with wine.
Take a good draught of it, and then go to rest.—But will you not eat something? (He shakes his head.) Well, then, I will not urge thee.
HUMPHRY (filling up a glass with wine).
Here, my young Sir, and may it do you good; but I fear it will fly to your head, as you are not used to it.
YOUNG ARDEN (having swallowed the wine hastily).
No, it will not: I may take any thing now.
Re-enter Madaline with a phial.
We had better not give him too many things at once. Go to your chamber, Edmond, and sleep will restore you.
Sleep! Ay, if I could sleep.—Will you remove the light?
Not if you desire to have it left.
My dear boy! something has scared you.
