Ned. We belong to Dr. Coercion, and are come after a patient that has escaped-a mad lawyer.

Das. Mad lawyer! I always thought it was the client who was out of his senses. Well, good bye, Ned. 'Sdeath! here comes Tangent, perhaps to relieve Faulkner; and then I lose the girl-eh! it would be knowing, he, he! here goes! So, Ned, you're come here after a mad lawyer-do you know his person?

Ned. No.

Das. I do, intimately; and, by heaven, here he comes! That's he-don't he look as if he were mad?

Ned. Oh, a clear case-now this is so kind of you. Das. You'll take care of the poor fellow-ecod, Ned! you've frightened me. Be sure, now, you take care of the poor devil, ha! ha! [Exit, laughing apart, R.

Ned. Tom, mind your hits.

Enter TANGENT, l.

Tan. (c.) Now to poor Faulkner's prison, and restore happiness to my Julia!-Julia! if I don't watch this addle head of mine, I shall certainly go mad. There's something sublime in madness! rolling eye-dungeons -straw-chains

Ned. Come, come, that will do; a pretty dance you've

led us.

Tan. Who are you, and what do you want with me?
Ned. Tom, have you a strait waistcoat in your pocket?
Tan. Strait waistcoat! what are you going to do?
Ned. Take you back to the mad-doctor's.

Tan. Be quiet, you scoundrels!

Enter Caustic's Servant and two Bailiffs, R.

Ser. That's he that you are to arrest. Touch him.
Tan. Oh, here's Caustic's servant.

am I mad, sir?

Ser. Mad, sir? no, sir.

Tan. Tell these rascals who I am.

Ser. Oh, this is Mr. Tangent.

Come here, sir

Tan. Ay, Frank Tangent's my name, is it not.

Bai. That it is.

Tan. You're an honest fellow !

[To the Bailiffs.

[Showing the writ.

Bai. Then you shall go with an honest fellow,

Tan. A writ! oh! the devil! worse and worse! at whose suit?

Bai. Mr. Caustic's.

Tan. Pretty way I'm in! arrested at this momentwhat shall I do?

Bai. Pay a visit to my lock-up house.

Tan. I can't-'pon my honour, I'm engag'd-eh! I believe I'd better be mad-[To Caustic's Servant.]—Ah! kneel down before your father and mother.

Ser. Where are they?

Tan. I'm your father and mother. I'm father and mother of all the judges-vanity's father and mother of all the counsellors-the devil's father and mother of all the bailiffs.

Ser. He's mad.

Bai. Fudge! that's not madness.

Tan. I am mad, you scoundrel!
Ned. I say he is mad.

Bai. I say he an't mad.

[They struggle for him.

Tan. I'll be off-ha! I spy a brother.

[Exit, R.

Bai. Mad or not, we must not lose him; so, come along.

Ned. Ay, ay; we must have him.

[Tangent runs off, R., the Bailiffs after him; they run round the first wing, recross from R. to L., and all after him,

L. S. E.

Enter CAUSTIC, L.

Cau. By this time, he's safe. I think I've given him a tickler. [Noise.] What, he resists, does he?

Re-enter a Servant, L.

Cau. Well, sir, have they got him?

Ser. Yes, sir; but he fought them nobly; then I came up.

Cau. And secured the rascal?

Ser. No, your honour: I don't know how it was, but, seeing three upon him, ecod! I couldn't help, somehow, fighting on his side; so I knock'd one down, and he killed another.

Cau. What do you say? killed a man!

Ser. There he lies, bleeding like a pig.

Cau. Has my poor Frank been so rash? I hope he escaped.

Ser. No; they got hold of him.

Cau. I'm a miserable man-this is all my fault.

Enter BAILIFF, L.

Cau. Is the man dead: oh, my poor boy!

Bai. No, your honour; the cowardly chap swooned at the sight of his blood.

Cau. Then the rascal has not killed him, eh? Bai. A guinea and a plaster will set all right. Cau. Will it? He kill a man! what an old fool I was! Hold, I have it. Let the man be conveyed to my house -give out his life's in danger. I'll have him taken up for a murderer.-I'll lay him with the dust. Away with him to prison-I'll be so revenged; and, d'ye hear? put irons on him; [Going.] but don't starve him -give him bread and water; [Going.] and, d'ye hear, give him straw,-give him plenty of straw.

[Exeunt Caustic, R., Servant and Bailiff, L.

SCENE II.-Inside of a Prison.

FAULKNER discovered, JULIA leaning on him.—A noise without, of chains falling. Julia starts.

Fau. Be not alarmed. These noises, Julia, we shall be accustomed to.

Jul. I hope not, my father. It is the hour I promised to be at the prison-gate. [Faulkner shakes his head.] The gentleman seemed a man of honour.

Fau. And, perhaps, is called so. Ah, girl, the trickery of this knavish world makes a wide difference between. honour to woman and to man. The wretch that robs the father of his child, let him but at a gaming-table keep his word, and he's a man of honour. Nay, should this wretch, in aggravation, meet that wrong'd father in the field, and lay him at his feet a corpse, then, who dare deny that he's a man of honour?

Jul. But he's a merchant, sir; a rank of men whose nobleness and benevolence are far above my praise.

Fau. True; let me not, by vague suspicion, wrong a worthy man. Go, then, my child, but only to the gate; and mark, return with speed.

Jul. Shall I not fly, when 'tis to bring a father happiness? [Exit, L. Fau. And should it not be so, oh, Faulkner! what

horrors will be thine! when, in addition to thy wounded pride, thou hearest thy child ask thee for bread thou canst not give her, see'st her pine daily at thy feet and perish; or, what is worse, should the agony which rends this heart draw on thee a speedier dissolution, and she be left behind, exposed to want, to villanythat shall be prevented! yet I'll cling to hope-perhaps all may be well again. [Julia screams without, L.] Ah! she shrieks! it is my Julia's voice! Villain, forbear! hear a father's cries, or take a father's curse. Blast him, heaven, with thy hottest vengeance! All, all is hushed-she's gone! my child is lost, is dishonoured -dishonoured! no, I wrong her-my girl will die. [4 noise, L.] It approaches-be faithful, eyes! [Door opens. Enter GAOLER and TANGENT, bearing Julia in his arms, L.

Fu, My Julia, ob,-give her to my arms!

Tan. Captain Faulkner, after what has passed, some excuse is due for this intrusion. There, sir, is my apology.

Fau. She revives!

Jul. Where am I? my father! my deliverer!

Gao. Ay, that he is as this gentleman was coming to gaol

Tan. Hush! [Stopping his mouth.] Passing this place, sir, I heard a woman shriek, and saw some villains hurry this lady into a chaise

Gao. Then he bravely flew among them, and laid about him, and- [Gaoler is pushed off by Tangent, I.. Tan. The conquest was easy, for the rascals fled. Fau. Saved by the man I've so deeply wrong'd! His presence tortures me. Sir, I thank you.

Tan. Captain Faulkner, a word in private.

Fau. Ah! am I detected?

Tan. I've been with your attorney, sir.

Fau. Racks! tortures!

Tan. And have discovered an infernal act of villany, Fau. Well, then, it is discovered.-Madness! fiends! I would be alone.

Tan. You mistake.

Fau. I insist on being alone.

Enter Tangent's Gaoler.

Gao. A message from your attorney, sir.

Tun. 'Tis well-Captain Faulkner, you will be sorry for this behaviour. [Exit with Gaoler, L, Fau. My brain rocks! Ah, my child, do I hold thee in a parent's grasp, pure, unpolluted? Julia, we part no more-never, never! 'tis time to tell thee thy father's a villain.

Jul. Impossible! perhaps, your too keen sense of honour interprets harshly.

Fuu. No, no. E'en now the man I wrong'd gave it its substantial title-an infernal act of villany. Horrors accumulate. On one side, dishonour-on the other, famine. Julia! [Taking both her hands, and looking on her.] though dreadful, it must be so.

Jul. Your words and looks terrify me.

Fau. In this world we can cherish no hope of happi

ness.

Jul. But in the next, my father

Fau. True, girl; then, the sooner we are there, the better.

Jul. Sir!

Fau. 'Tis in our power, Julia, to expedite our happi

ness.

Jul. What means my father?

Fau. Now, heart-strings, hold awhile! collect the exalted resolution of thy soul, and mark.-Out of the wreck of fortune, I have preserved something, my child, to free us from poverty, from dishonour, and to give us everlasting peace.

Jul. Bless'd tidings.

Fau. Behold!

[Taking from each pocket a pistol, und presenting one to

Julia.

Jul. [Starting from him.] Horror!

Fau. Ha! hast thou not, by miracle, escaped dishonour? and is not thus to live to meet perdition?

Jul. Is not thus to die to meet perdition?

Fau. It is too late for thought.

thou shrink?

Here-Ah! dost

Jul. Suicide! my soul sickens at the thought.

Fau. Then live, base girl, and see thy father die; live till Scorn shall point at thee, and, mocking, cry, "behold the violated daughter of the villain Faulkner!" Jul. There's madness in the thought-give me the deathful instrument. [Seizes the pistol.

Fau. Hold! oh let me kiss thee! [A knocking at the