THE ALIENATED MANOR: A COMEDY.
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a better friend to thy master than he is to himself, and I will prove it. He shan't remain long in prison: be pacified.—(To Freemantle.) Let him go: I'll be his warrant that he shall follow us quietly to the house.—Wont you, Sancho?
SANCHO.
CRAFTON.
FREEMANTLE.
Be it so, then; but he must not have the pistol again. (Lets go his hold, while Crafton takes the pistol from the ground.)
CRAFTON.
FREEMANTLE.
CRAFTON.
FREEMANTLE. (snatching the letter).