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PATERSON.

A small bit of paper enclosing this lock of hair. There, your honour.

COLONEL FRANKLAND (taking the paper from Paterson and reading).

"A lock of my father's hair." It is written in her own small hand, and this is the very lock which she cut from my head when——Oh, oh! and she loved me to the last, though she wounded me so grievously! (Embraces Hugho again and again, then crosses the room hastily.) Come to my room presently, Fanny, and bring the boy with thee.[Exit.

MANHAUNSLET.

Ha, Master Hugho! you be one gentleman now.

MRS. BROWN.

And right glad to leave you, I think.

HUGHO.

No, Dame Brown; he fed, he clothed me, and did beat me very seldom.

MRS. BROWN.

Except when the monkey and thee quarrelled, and then he always took part with that odious brute.

MISS FRANKLAND.

Say no more of this, good Mrs. Brown: let every thing unpleasant be forgotten. Colonel