as Mr. Baltimore has already piously saved you that trouble.
Free. What do you mean by that? I am a man of peace, but I will tear the heart out of any one who dares to insult my father's memory.
True. He has done it in sober piety.
Free. What! erected a monument for my father in the parish church of Southerndown?
True. No, in the parish church of Westown,
Free. My father is not buried there.
True. Ay, but he is, indeed. One church, one grave, one coffin contains both your father and his.
Free. O, God! what is this? (Balt. starts and puts his hands before his eyes.)
Char. I would give a thousand pounds that this were true.
True. (to Char.) Thou hast lost thy money then. But prithee be quiet, Charles! (Jenkison and Servet look ruefully upon one another.)
Free. (after a pause.) Was not my mother the wife of Freeman?
True. Yes; and, I believe, his faithful wife; but she was your mother first.
Free. She was seduced and betray'd?
True. We will not, if you please, enter into that part of the story at present. My account says, that she married, after bringing you into the world, a poor but honest man: that the late Mrs. Baltimore discovered her some years afterwards, sympathised with her misfortune, and from her own pin-money, for the family affairs were even then very much in-
