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Boy. He'll be drown'd, if nobody runs to save him! He'll be drown'd! he'll be drown’d!

Mrs. B. Has any body fallen into the pond?

Boy. Yes, Madam; into the deepest part of it; and, if nobody does not run to pull him out, he'll be drowned.

''Balt. (running eagerly towards the glass-door.)'' I'll go. Dost thou know who it is, boy?

Boy. Yes, to be sure, Sir; it is 'Squire Freeman's own self. (Balt. starts, and stops short. Mrs. B. clasping her hands and holding them up to heaven remains in anxious suspence. Balt. after a moments pause, rushes out quickly.)

Mrs. B. O God! what will this come to! (throws herself back into a chair, and remains stupid and motionless. The boy stands staring at her.)

Boy. Are you not well, Ma'am? Shall I call any body? (She makes no answer: he still stands staring at her.) She don't speak: she don't look at nothing; I will call somebody. (goes to the side-scene, and calls.) Who's there, I beseech you? O, hear me, hear me! Who's there, I say?

Housem. What a bawling you make here, with your dusty feet, you little nasty jackanapes! How dare you for to steal into a clean house?

Coach. If he be'n't that little devil that put the cracker under my horse's tail, I have no eyes in my head. He is always prowling about: there is never