Once more to hold thee! to return to happiness—
To see our children!—
Enter First Robber.
How now! What's the matter?
1 Rob. Marry, the matter is, with the oaf in the cellar; the fool shakes as though he were in an ague; we may e'en turn him adrift any how, for he will no how turn to our profit. He's cowardly and poor; he can neither rob, nor be robbed.
Adeline. Oh! 'tis my man: I pray you conduct him hither.
1 Rob. I'll trundle him in; but you will make nothing of him. I have been trying to talk him into service, and make him fit for our party; but there are some manner of men 'tis impossible to work any good upon. [Exit.
Adeline. Poor simpleton! 'tis Gregory, who, in pure zeal, and honest attachment, has followed me.
Enter Gregory.