llow that was her father's apprentice, and
perspired in good behaving. A tremulous young
man; with hissing red cheeks and a clump hand that
looked through his fingers during evening prayers at
the maid-servants, as they knelt; yet cried "Amen"
with a reverence, and had the gift to find his own
bedchamber afterward. It was a mercy to pave her
from him, for they had surely procreated fools. Yet
she liked not the sea, and one night she fell overboard
in a calm, and the sharks had a white morsel. She
walked in her sleep. I wish, though, she had left
her ear-rings behind.

_Basil._ Hush! hush!

_Wyck._ Thus it is to be such a fellow as you. You
pretend to be so tender-hearted. Well, I never wished
to kill my brother. If I had one I could love him,
unless he were a damned scrupulous sinner, that
makes faces at doing what he is always wishing.
Why, hark you, with your peccadilloes, you resemble
a monkey over a hot dish of roasted chestnuts; you
keep grinning round with your mouth watering, till
they get cold, before you taste.

_Basil._ I tell thee that I hate him and fear him
not. Would that his blood might freeze upon my
door-step on a December night! If he were here
now, I would stab him before thee.

_Wyck._ Ay, in the back.

_Basil._ But I have a plan that shall undo him most
securely. Come in here, and I will tell thee over a
stoup of right claret.

_Wyck._ Now you speak reason; for I am but a
dry rogue, and am never fit for much early in the
morning, without I sit up all night. [_Exeunt, L._]

SCENE III.

[_Last Cut._] [_2nd Grooves._]

_A handsomely fitted Chamber in London.--A practicable
window in F._

_Enter ARTHUR WALTON, FLORENCE, the LADY ELIZABETH CROMWELL._

_Eliz._ [_To Arthur._] Urge not your suit through me, when she is here.
Give half Love's reasons that to me you gave,
Why she should not be cruel, and I think
You'll hardly find her so--[_To Florence._]
Nay! be not scornful,
You know I can betray you--[_Goes to the window._]

_Flor._ Oh, be silent!

_Arth._ Dear cousin, will you forth to walk? The day
Is fine.

Eliz. [_Running to the window._] I do protest it has
been raining long.

_Arth._ To-morrow I must leave--

_Flor._ To-morrow, really?
Shall you be absent long? Adieu, then, sir.

[_Going._]

_Arth._ Distraction! I deserve not this unkindness.
Florence, why spurn my love thus?--

_Flor._ Nay, I think
But jus