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Art II. PEVERIL OF THE PEAK. 29
Sir G. Heaven bless tbee, boy ! and keep thee
good and true to thy king and country, whatever
wind should bring foul weather.
(Bridge-north and Julian exeunt on one side,
while Sir Geoffry and Lady Peveril, con¬
ducted by Topham and Dangerfield, and fol¬
lowed by the Soldiers, exeunt through the
folding-doors.)
SCENE IV.—Interior of Dame's Ellismere's Cot¬
tage.
A Knocking at the Door heard.
Lance. (Without.) Naunty, Naunty! ’Tisyour
nephew, Lance Outram.
Enter Dame Ellismeke.
Dame. Lance, is it thou, boy? (Opens the door.)
Lance enters.
Welcome, lad; ’tis a rough night. Welcome to a
clean fireside and a good rasher of bacon.
Lance. A rasher of bacon ! A slice of venison,
and a cup of home-brewed ; or I’ll know the reason
why—a man is not gamekeeper to Sir Geoffry for
nothing.
Dame. Well, boy, come lend a hand—it’s all
ready.
(They bring on a table neatly covered fora cot¬
tage supper. As they seat themselves, and
commence their meal, knocking is heard at
the door.)
Deb. (Without.) Who’s within ?
Lance. Nobody, and be hanged to you. Never
trust me, if it isn’t old Dummerar: He’s as quick
a nose to venison—