SCENE I.
A room in Ashfield's House.
Dame Ashfield discovered at work with her needle, Henry sitting by her.
Dame. Come, come, Henry, you'll fret yourself ill, child. If Sir Philip will not be kind to you, you are but where you were.
Henry. [Rising.] My peace of mind is gone for ever. Sir Philip may have cause for hate;—spite of his unkindness to me, my heart seeks to find excuses for him—oh! that heart doats on his lovely daughter.
Dame. [Looking out.] Here comes Tummas home at last. Heyday what's the matter with the man! He doesn't seem to know the way into his own house.
Enter Ashfield, musing, he stumbles against a chair.
Tummas, my dear Tummas, what's the matter?
Ash. [Not attending.] It be lucky vor he I be's zoo pratty behaved, or dom if I—
[Doubling his fist.