Mary. Then, where are friends to be found, sir? He seemed honest; so do you; but, perhaps, you may be as bad.
Pereg. Do not trust me. I have brought you a friend, child, in whom, Nature tells us, we ever should confide.
Mary. What, here, sir?
Pereg. Yes;—when he hurts you, he must wound himself;—and so suspicious is the human heart become, from the treachery of society, that it wants that security. I will send him to you.
[Exit.
Mary. Who can he mean? I know nobody but Mr. Rochdale, that, I think, would come to me. For my poor dear father, when he knows all my crime, will abandon me, as I deserve.
Enter Job Thornberry, at the Door Peregrine has gone out at.
Job. Mary! [Mary shrieks and falls, her Father runs to her.] My dear Mary!—Speak to me!
Mary. [Recovering.] Don't look kindly on me, my dear father! Leave me; I left you:—but I was almost mad.
Job. I'll never leave you, till I drop down dead by your side. How could you run away from me, Mary? [She shrieks.] Come, come, kiss me, and we'll talk of that another time.