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THE STRIPLING: A TRAGEDY.


JUSTICE.

What, Bruton, do you recognise it?

BRUTON.

I fear I do,

SERVANT (to Bruton, after examining it).

It is the very same hat, Sir, that you gave in a present to young Mr. Arden, before he went last to school. I'll swear to it: I know it by the twisting of the band.

JUSTICE.

This is a strong fact. Come with me, my good friends: your several evidences must be taken in a more formal manner. You seem much hurt, Bruton.

BRUTON.

I am so.—(Aside.) Is it possible that the wretched boy has sacrificed himself for his father? (To the Justice.) I'll follow you presently.

JUSTICE.

Nay, you must go with me now: I must not leave you behind. My duty requires me not to lose sight of you.

[Exeunt.