Amelia.
I wiſh to plead for two young men—For one, that he may be let out of priſon: for the other, that he may be made a priſoner for life. [Looks out.] The tower is ſtill locked. How diſmal it muſt be to be ſhut up in ſuch a place; and perhaps— Calls] Butler! Butler! Come this way, I wiſh to ſpeak to you. This young ſoldier has riſked his life for his mother, and that accounts for the intereſt I take in his misfortunes.
Enter the Butler.
Pray, have you carried any thing to the priſoner to eat?
Butler.
Yes.
Amelia.
What was it?
Butler.
Some fine black bread; and water as clear as cryſtal.
Amelia.
Are you not aſhamed! Even my father pities him. Go directly down to the kitchen, and deſire the cook to give you ſomething good and comfortable; and then go into the cellar for a bottle of wine.
Butler.
Good and comfortable indeed!
Amelia.
And carry both to the tower.
Butler.
I am willing at any time, dear Lady, to obey your orders; but, on this occaſion, the priſoner’s food muſt remain bread and water—It is the Baron’s particular command.
