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SC. III.] MARY PRICE. 29 Tom. That was Mary Price’s voice. Ah! the Bulldog has got hold of her! Flys at BILL—NIcK forces MARY off, L. 2 E.—BILL and Tommy have a fight—Tommy is hurled to the ground, and BILL hurries off, L. 2 E. Tom. (on ground) Tommy ain’t done for yet—not likely, not likely. (rises, runs, and looks off, L. 2 £.) Ah!—there’s a po’ shay, and they’re forcing Mary into it—and I'll have a ride behind—and take her where they will, it shall go hard but Pll follow. Ah! they’re off, so here goes. I’ve got a couple of pistols that won’t fire, so I ain’t a bit afraid—not likely, not likely. Scampers off, L. 2 E. Music.—Enter RoBERT PRICE, L. 1 E. RozsertT. At last I have remembered the name of Mary’s master, and I will go at once and see her; now I can face her boldly, for the courage of an honest man is at my heart. Enter LIEUTENANT AUBREY hastily, R. 1 E. Lieut. A. Oh, infamy! not a moment must be lost. Rosert. Beg your pardon, sir; but do you happen to know the residence of Lord Harlesdon ? Lieut. A. (quickly) You are going thither ? ROBERT. Yes, sir. LizuT. A. Then, will you be good enough to tell him that Mary Price has been forcibly carried away by RoserT. My sister ! Lieut. A. Your sister! Mary Price? tOBERT. Yes; and give her back to me, or I'll tear your heart out. Lizut. A. You know not what you say. I love your sister—would not do her wrong for all the world—would give my life for her defence. RospertT. I—I beg your pardon, sir; but where is she—what does it all mean? ‘Tell me, or I shall go crazy. Lizut. A. Rufhans, employed by a callous libertine, are even now bearing Mary Price to an abode which, if not speedily rescued, she will never leave with honour ! Rogvert. Where is that place—do you not know? Ligut. A. Yes; fora bribe, a valet, formerly in my service, has betrayed his master. A messenger to acquaint Lord liarlesdon of poor Mary’s capture; and then, fast as four horses can travel, you and I, my brave fellow, will hasten to the rescue of your sister. RoBeRT. Heaven bless you, sir—heaven bless you. If I were worthy to shake your hand CoOnniclbooks (C@