_Henry._ Oh, sir, did I hear you rightly? Will you preserve my friends?--will you avert the cruel arm of power, and make the virtuous happy? my tears must thank you. [_Taking his hand._ _Mor._ [_Disengaging his hand._] Young man, you oppress me--forbear! I do not merit thanks--pay your gratitude where you are sure 'tis due--to Heaven. Observe me--here is a bond of Sir Philip Blandford's for 1000_l_.--do you present it to him, and obtain a discharge for the debt of this worthy man. The rest is at your own disposal--no thanks. _Henry._ But, sir, to whom am I thus highly indebted? _Mor._ My name is Morrington. At present that information must suffice. _Henry._ Morrington. _Ash._ [_Bowing._] Zur, if I may be so bold-- _Mor._ Nay, friend---- _Ash._ Don't be angry, I hadn't thanked you, zur, nor I won't.--Only, zur, I were going to ax, when you wou'd call again. You shall have my stamp note vor the money, you shall, indeed, zur. And in the mean time, I do hope you'll take zomeit in way of remembrance as 'twere. _Dame._ Will your honour put a couple of turkies in your pocket? _Ash._ Or pop a ham under your arm? don't ye zay no, if it's agreeable. _Mor._ Farewell, good friends, I shall repeat my visit soon. _Dame._ The sooner the better. _Ash._ Good bye to ye, zur,--Dame and I wool go to work as merry as crickets. Good bye, Henry. _Dame._ Heaven bless your honour--and I hope you will carry as much joy away with you, as you leave behind you--I do indeed. [_Exeunt_ ASHFIELD _and Dame._ _Mor._ Young man, proceed to the Castle, and demand an audience of Sir Philip Blandford. In your way thither, I'll instruct you further.--Give me your hand. [_Exeunt_ MORRINGTON, _looking stedfastly_ _on_ HENRY, GERALD _following._ SCENE II. _An Apartment in the Castle._ SIR PHILIP BLANDFORD _discovered_--MISS BLANDFORD _reading._ _Miss B._ Shall I proceed to the next essay? _Sir Philip._ What does it treat of? _Miss B._ Love and friendship. _Sir Philip._ A satire? _Miss B._ No, father;--an eulogy. Sir _Philip._ Thus do we find, in the imaginations of men, what we in vain look for in their hearts.--Lay it by. [_A knocking at the door._] Come in-- _Enter_ EVERGREEN. _Everg._ My dear master, I am a petitioner to you. _Sir Philip._ [_Rises._] None possesses a better claim to my favour--ask, and receive. _Everg._ I thank you, sir. The unhappy Henry-- _Miss B._ What of him? _Sir Philip._ Emma, go to your apartment. _Miss B._ Poor Henry! _Sir Philip._ Imprudent man! _Everg._ [SIR PHILIP _turns from hint with resentment._] Nay, be not angry; he is without, and entreats to be admitted. _Sir Philip._ I cannot, will not, again behold him. _Everg._ I am sorry you refuse me, as it compels me to repeat his words: "If," said he, "Sir Philip denies my humble request, tell him, I demand to see him."