Lewis. And what? speak! quickly.
Old Man. Only a little place under ground, to rest in peace.
Lewis. I pity you, good Old man—but pray take it, and go.—We have not time to hear you [leads him towards the door, and returns]. Madam, the Counsellor is secured up stairs; the Chancellor is coming——
Old Man [returning slowly.] I will not leave this house again.
Lewis. But——
Old Man. I cannot walk any farther [sits down]. Let me stay here, my good Sir. I shall not trouble you long; God will soon release me——
Lewis. But tell me, what do you want?
Old Man [looking round]. Good God! yes—I have often been in this house—once—long ago—but it is long, long since——
Mrs. D. Tell me, who are you?
Old Man. Yes—I will tell you; for my death is not far off—observe I am terribly pursued. I was a rich—rich man: I had whole chests full of plate——lived in a great house. It is long since I wore this dress: it is in some disorder, I fear.