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What have we here!Hiding in my library!—It is Lawry, by my faith.Get up, child: I hope thou art not hurt. He does not move! torpid as a dormouse!Ho, there! is nobody at hand? Ho there! (Rings a bell violently.) No limbs are broken, I hope.

A boy in this room, preserve me! how got he here?—Ay, them urchins will scramble and climb, and make their way any where like very polecats. He got no entrance here, I'm sure, by the door in a natural way. Dear me, dear me!

Don't make such a clamour about it: who cares how he entered. Examine whether he be hurt, and I'll despatch a man directly for a surgeon. He must be blooded.[Exit hastily.

He will be a clever surgeon that finds me here.[Exit running.

Let him go, he's a clever imp,—don't hinder him.