Enter a little Boy from the lawn by the glass-door, running wildly, and frightened.
Boy. He'll be drown'd, if nobody runs to save him! He'll be drown'd! he'll be drown’d!
Mrs. B. Has any body fallen into the pond?
Boy. Yes, Madam; into the deepest part of it; and, if nobody does not run to pull him out, he'll be drowned.
Balt. (running eagerly towards the glass-door.) I'll go. Dost thou know who it is, boy?
Boy. Yes, to be sure, Sir; it is 'Squire Freeman's own self. (Balt. starts, and stops short. Mrs. B. clasping her hands and holding them up to heaven remains in anxious suspence. Balt. after a moments pause, rushes out quickly.)
Mrs. B. O God! what will this come to! (throws herself back into a chair, and remains stupid and motionless. The boy stands staring at her.)
Boy. Are you not well, Ma'am? Shall I call any body? (She makes no answer: he still stands staring at her.) She don't speak: she don't look at nothing; I will call somebody. (goes to the side-scene, and calls.) Who's there, I beseech you? O, hear me, hear me! Who's there, I say?
Enter Housemaid and Coachman.
Housem. What a bawling you make here, with your dusty feet, you little nasty jackanapes! How dare you for to steal into a clean house?
Coach. If he be'n't that little devil that put the cracker under my horse's tail, I have no eyes in my head. He is always prowling about: there is never
