you all----[Augusta
raises him]. Yes, it was in the year----have patience--my head always
aches so, when I try to recollect any thing--but I shall soon do
it--Yes--I was carried away, and imprisoned for many, many years: I was
strictly guarded in a close dark vault. It was for high treason, they
said--It was a favour I was not beheaded.
_Lewis._ Go on, go on.
_Old Man._ I soon learned to bear it. But sometimes when I heard the
sound of music, or of people walking over my head, oh! then I wished to
be in the world again. Often in the cold nights I could not forbear to
weep; but they used to beat me, and so I broke myself of that, and now
I can weep no more.
_Mrs. D._ Poor old man!
_Lewis_ [doubtfully]. Old man, who are you?
_Old Man._ At last, as I grew so old, they watched me more
carelessly.--One night I found my door left unlocked, and went away:
ever since I have been wandering about, and lived by begging alms.
_Lewis._ And your relations?
_Old Man._ Oh, yes, yes, I had relations; but they are dead--their
children confined me, for the sake of my fortune. Yet I saved only
for them--Oh, when I remember that, my eyes grow hot, but I cannot
weep----They are my sister's children.
_Lewis_ [kneeling]. Merciful Heaven!
_Mrs. D._ It is he!
_Augusta._ Who?
_Lewis_ [hastily rising]. My uncle! my uncle! I am Brook; your nephew,
your sister's son; the son of your dear Maria.
_Old Man_ [turning from him]. He will betray me. Oh, speak to him not
to put me into jail again.
_Lewis._ Cease, cease!
_Old Man._ Keep all my property; but for your dear mother's sake, do
not let me be imprisoned again.
_Mrs. D._ He loves you, sincerely loves you.
_Augusta._ What a scene!
_Old Man_ [goodnaturedly]. Will you not shut me up again then?--tell
me--No, I am sure you will not.
_Lewis._ Brother of my revered mother in heaven, can you ask? Do not
you feel it? It is the son of your good Maria who weeps before you.
_Old Man._ Let me look at your face--yes--I believe--I have been away
fifteen years, and cannot recollect every thing--but I believe you are
he----
_Mrs. D._ It is he.
_Old Man._ Is it Philip or Lewis?
_Lewis._ I am Lewis, Lewis the youngest.
_Old Man_ [wiping his eyes]. Come to my arms, Lewis!
_Lewis_ [with emotion]. Oh, did not the weight of my guilt lie so heavy
on me!--Here I vow severe revenge.
_Servant entering._ My Lord the Chancellor is coming up stairs.
_Lewis._ Well, w
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