his sudden ghastliness of visage
The hue of death itself!
JEFFERSON. It matters not.
You never more may from this moment see me:--
But this is foreign to me, present business.
There are some matters of most deep concern
Which I must straight impart to our good master;
For which, this night I fought him at his villa,
(Whither I heard he had resorted early)
But much to my surprize, he was not there.
I pray inform me, where I now may find him.
CLERK. What shall I do? I am enjoin'd to secrecy.
Are you full sure they're of such high concern
As may excuse me in such breach of confidence?
JEFFERSON. I should not else have urg'd it to you thus.
CLERK. Try the new tavern in th' adjacent alley.
(There, melancholy man, he waits my coming,
At an approaching hour) [Aside.] But, Jefferson,
Should you disclose who pointed out your course,
I may for ever forfeit his regard.
JEFFERSON. Rest well assur'd, no motive should compel it,
And blessings wait upon thee for this kindness!
CLERK. [To JEFFERSON as he goes off.] Yet hold awhile; I nearly
had forgot.
This night, the gentle Lucia fought you here,
But disappointed, left you this remembrance.
'Tis for five hundred pounds.
JEFFERSON. Too gen'rous maid!
O! had my truant, and ungrateful heart
Her merit justly priz'd, I might this day,
In honour, as in virtue have been happy,
Not thus a wretched outcast of the world--
I pray return it with a thousand blessings--
Heart-rending kindness!--Oh!--again farewell! [He goes off.]
CLERK. His countenance betray'd some desp'rate fortune.
Enter MARIA.
MARIA. Was not that Jefferson?
CLERK. 'Twas he indeed!
MARIA. Undone!--undone for ever!--My poor husband!-- [Aside]
I spoke to him, but he declin'd an answer,
And rush'd into the street.
CLERK. Unhappy youth!
He told me I should ne'er behold him more.
MARIA. Again I am at ease--[Aside.] But if for certain
He hath our master plunder'd, as 'tis rumour'd,
Should he not be secured?
CLERK. His errand hither,
Was to have seen our master.
MARIA. Undone again! [Aside as she goes off.]
CLERK. She seems not less disturb'd than him she fought.
'Tis fit I follow her, and see
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