e is our prisoner on several writs. [Pointing
to Mr. ANDREWS]

ANDREWS. Ay, ay, come on--'Tis fit I shou'd be punish'd.
Take, drag me hence, ye ministers of justice!
Death, death, or madness only can relieve me.

GOODWIN. What is the whole demand?

Bailiff. Above four thousand?

WILSON. He shall not sink for that: I'll be his pledge.

ANDREWS. Most gen'rous, injur'd friend, this is too much.

GOODWIN. [To WILSON.] I'll join you in the bonds.--Prepare them,
sirs. [To the bailiffs, who go off]

CONSTANTIA. Thanks, best of friends! but you shall never suffer.
My fortune, independent of my father,
Far more than this for which you have engag'd,
Shall be our pledg'd security.

ANDREWS. Daggers!------daggers!
Wasted--all wasted, in the general wreck. [Aside]

WILSON. 'Tis fit lord Weston should be straight appriz'd
Of the sad fate of his unhappy uncle;
These two nights past, since his return to town,
He hath repos'd with me.

GOODWIN. I hear his voice.

Enter lord WESTON hastily.

Lord WESTON. Where, where's my father! take, O take your son!
And let me fly as such into your arms!
Just hearing of your undeserv'd calamities,
From your remorseless creditors below,
I have engag'd for all their claim'd demands,
And come to wipe the tear from ev'ry eye.

ANDREWS. Cold sweats bedew my feeble, trembling limbs,
And ev'ry object round me grows a blank.
Good heav'n! support me, to these tasks unequal------[As he is
falling, WILSON and THOMAS support him.]

WILSON. The feelings of his heart o'erpow'r him so,
He cannot give them vent; it may prove fatal------
He's all convuls'd: let's place him on this seat. [CONSTANTIA
attends him.]

Lord WESTON. [He moves towards CONSTANTIA.]
My angel--My Constantia! O those tears!
And looks of desperation pierce my soul.
Your father lives--Fortune again may favour:
But I am your's, and will be so for ever.

WILSON. O my good lord!
There are disasters yet within these walls,
More fatal far, which claim our instant aid.

Lord WESTON. I've heard them all--my uncle is no more--
Would that he had not fall'n in such a cause!

WILSON. But heav'n hath will'd it, and we must submit.
With