Enter Truebridge.
True. What part of the prison is Mr. Baltimore in?
Keep. I'll shew you, Sir; follow me.
True. I thought to have found him in your own house. In the common prison?
Keep. It is his own fault, Sir; he would go no where else; and the more miserable every thing is about him, the better he likes it. His good lady could scarcely prevail upon him to let us set a couple of chairs in his room.
True. Has she been long here?
Keep. Better than an hour I should think.
True. Does he seem much affected?
Keep. Anan, Sir?
True. I mean, much cast down.
Keep. O, Lud; no, Sir! I dare say not; you know people are used to such things every day.
True. Very true, Mr. Keeper, I forgot that.—Show me the way. (Exeunt.
SCENE II. A prison. Baltimore is discovered sitting in a thoughtful posture, with Mrs. Baltimore resting her arm on the back of his chair, and observing him attentively.
Balt. (after starting up with alacrity, and walking several times up and down.) And they are calling out, as they go thro' the streets, that I am a true Baltimore, and the son of their old benefactor?
