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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. [.A noise, L.] It approaches-be faithful, eyes! [Door opens. Enter Gaoler and TANGENT, bearing Julia in his arms, L., 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 few among them, and laid about him, and (Gaoler is pushed off by Tangent, L.

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.
Fuu, 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

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

Jul, Sir !
Fau. 'Tis in our power, Julia, to expedite our happi-


Jul. What means my father ?

Fau. Now, beart-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

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. Here--Ah! dost thou shrink?

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. Fuu. Hold! oh let me kiss thee! [À knocking at the

door.] We're interrupted [Knocking repeated}-go to the door (Julia goes to the door, returns with a letter, opens it, shrieks, and runs into her father's arms]. What means this frantic joy? Bank-notes! a letter! ab, from Tangent! [Reads.) While I entreat you will do me the ho. nour of employing these notes, it gives me great pleasure to enclose you a letter, which ut once exposes the villany of your agents, and restores you to prosperity and happiness.[Looks over the letter, then fulls on his knee.] Omnipotent Providence! humbled with the dust, behold a repentant wretch!. But thou art slow to punish, and thy mercies are infinite. Here, too, let me ask pardon-my child !

-But where is thy deliverer, the preserver of thy bonour -thy life? Within! has Mr. Tangent left the prison?

Enter GAOLER, L. Gao. (L.) Oh no, sir! [Aside.] Then they don't know that he's a prisoner.

[Exit, L. Fau. (R. C.) Then fly to him, my child: he is the legitimate son of honour-I, the base-born slave of pride. Bring him to me, that I may kneel and bless him.

Jul. My father-I'm dizzy with my happiness. One kiss of rapture, and I am gone.

[Exeunt Faulkner, R., Julia, L.

SCENE III.--Another Part of the Prison. Enter Gaoler, followed by TANGENT (fettered), L. I', F..

Gao. Oh, how they become him! I'm sure your leg was made for them. I'll be hanged if I flatter you.

Tun. (Sighs.] Indeed, you do not. Certainly, a very neat appendage to a gentleman-heigho!

Guo. I declare, it gives me pleasure to see you in them.

Tan. You have all the pleasure to yourself. Heigho! I feel devilish queer. Retire ! Gao. A card from the gentlemen of our club. (Exit, l.

Enter Solicitor and UNDERTAKER, 1.. V. E. Tan. Your club! [Reads.] The gentlemen prisoners inform Mr. Tangent they have elected him a member of the Select Club, and solicit the honour of his company to a turbot, haunch, claret, and chicken hazard. The club, to prevent accidents, meet on Sunday, Monday being hangingday." Hanging day!- 'tis alarming, very–what do

you want?

Sol. I'm à Newgate solicitor, and, for 501., will undertake to prevent gibbeting, at least.

Tan, Gibbeting! Begone, you croaking-[Drives him off, 1. U. F.] And what will you undertake? (R.)

Und. Sir, I'm an undertaker, and, if you are not engaged, would be proud to inter

Tan. Go to the devil! [Drives him off, L. U. E.] Leave the room, you infernal--Gibbet! undertaker! Heigho! Pugh! I can't have killed the fellow-his skull must have been thinner than mine, to crack with such a paltry blow.--How has my letter sped with Faulkner!-that's nearest my heart-Oh, Julia !

[Rises. Gao. (Without, L.] You'll find Mr. Tangent in the next room, ma'am.

Tan. Heavens ! 'tis Julia-'tis herself; and joy brightens her lovely countenance. Oh, let me meet her! Damn these things! 'Sdeath! how shall I conceal my disgrace? What can I do to Enter Julia, L.-Tangent holds his handkerchief before

his fetters. Jul. (L. c.) Sir, with a heart oppressed with gratitude, let me kneel

[Kneels. Tan. (R.C.) Loveliest creature, rise! Allow me to [Is about to raise her, when he recollects his fetters.] Pray rise, ma’am; you distress me.

Jul. [Rises.] Why should benevolence shrink from praise ?

Tan. Angelic excellence! call it love, adoration, I'm your slave--upon my soul, I'm in chains-I beg pardon --but my love is pure as your own thoughts.

Jul. Sir, I believe you noble-above base concealment,

Tan. By Heaven, I would not conceal anything; that is, not anything that--that

Jul. Sir, my father is anxious to see you.
Tan. Happy tidings !
Jul. Will you favour him with your company?
Tan. Instantly.
Jul. This way, then.

[Going. Tan. Yes, ma'am (Recollecting himself:]-that is, presently—I'll come presently to-to-to his house.

Jul. Farewell! Oh, sir! my feelings would be unwor. thy, could I express them-but these tears of joy

mun. Dry them, lovely creature By Heaven, they aicct me to that-[Raises his handkerchirf to his cyes,

recollects himself, then pulls a chair towards him, and gets behind it, leans over it, and wipes his eyes.

Jul. (Hears his chains.] What noise was that?
Tan. I did not hear any noise.

Jul. The clank of fetters. I dread to meet those ini. serable beings—perhaps some horrid murderer.

Tan. Very likely, ma'am.
Jul. Yet I must pity them.
Tan. 'Tis very kind of you, ma'am.
Jul. Poor wretches !
Tan. Ah, poor devils !
Jul. Farewell, sir. We shall see you soon. [Exit, t.

Tan. I'll follow you and fly-Egad! that's the only way I can follow. Heigho! but away with melancholy. Julia Faulkner is happy; and can I be otherwise ?

[Sits down, c. Enter CAUSTIC cautiously, L. U. E. Cuu. There he sits, the picture of despair, poor fellow! this lesson has cured him.

Tan. These decorations are not exactly the thing, to be sure, ha, ha!

Cau. How mournfully he looks down on his disgraceful fetters!

Tan. Julia is happy-the thought is ecstacy! [Rises.

Cau. How lucky that I came! His despair might have made him kill himself.

Tan. I could sing-dance for joy. Dance! I remember seeing a man at the playhouse dance a hornpipe in a pair of these things, and did it devilish well, too-Let me see-somehow--Tol de rol lol lol ! [Sings and dances, not seeing Caustic.] My uncle! Confusion !

Cau. (c.) I shall go mad' [After a struggle for breath.] Oh you-I can't speak--dancing! But you'll have but one dance more, and that will be upon nothing-you-the wounded man is dead.

Tan. Dead! Heaven forbid !
Cau. Most certain, sir.

Tan. Am I, then, a murderer? Shall I never see Julia Faulkner more ?

Enter Ned (with a patch on his forehead,) and Gaoler, L.

Ned. (L.) Sir, I must go home-so will thank you for the five guineas you promised.

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