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THE STRIPLING: A TRAGEDY.
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I'll leave the light in your room; and shall I sit by you?

YOUNG ARDEN (eagerly).

Do so, good Humphry! that is very kind in thee.—And so, dearest mother, don't come with me, but let me pass to my chamber and lie down. (Hurrying away.)

MRS. ARDEN.

And wilt thou not let me bless thee ere thou goest?

YOUNG ARDEN (returning to her).

Thy blessing, my mother! (After receiving her embrace, he kisses her hand fervently.) If Heaven bless what thou blessest, I shall have nothing to fear.

MRS. ARDEN.

And dost thou fear any thing?

YOUNG ARDEN.

No; nothing, when I look upon you. Good night! good night!

[Exit, hurrying from her, and followed by Humphry.

MADALINE (observing Mrs. Arden, who remains for some time lost in thought).

My dear Mrs. Arden! what is your mind fixed upon so intently? Now that he is safely returned and gone to bed, take some care of yourself.