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Scene 1.
A room in Judge Winthrop's house. Enter two Servants.FIRST SERVANT.
Hist! hist!—for the love of life, come hither!
SECOND SERVANT.
Well, how now?
FIRST SERVANT.
What's toward in the library yonder?
SECOND SERVANT.
I know not! how dost thou mean?
FIRST SERVANT.
His worship's sitting there all dressed in black:
dost thou know, he must have had an ugly fall that
the leech bled him for! He's as pale as death, and may
I ne'er be believed but his head is white!
SECOND SERVANT.
What, white, sayst thou? It cannot be; but yesterday
'twas grey, an iron grizzled.
FIRST SERVANT.
I know it, a good manly head,—'tis now an old man's
covered it. His face looks lean, and withered, and
strange, and as I hurried through, he made an angry
motion with his hand, and Sir John Forrester bade me
get from thence, and that we none of us should enter
there till sent for.
SECOND SERVANT.
Where be the ladies?—my lady and Mistress Mary?
FIRST SERVANT.
There too: they stood leaning against each other, for
all the world like a pair of twin churchyard images, cut
out in stone. My lady said never a word, but Mistress
Mary wept like a fountain. What can it mean? What
can it all mean?
SECOND SERVANT.
My life to a silver penny, the parcel that thou
broughtest t'other day is at the bottom on't. Hark!
—hush!—I thought I heard his worship's voice! Let
us not be caught together here; let's get to the pantry,
and talk at ease; some one is coming,—let's not be
found, for something's sure amiss!
[Exeunt Servants.
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