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_Henry._ He approaches! why this agitation? I wish, yet dread, to meet
him.
_Enter_ SIR PHILIP _and_ MISS BLANDFORD, _attended._
_Miss B._ The joy your tenantry display at seeing you again must be
truly grateful to you.
_Sir Philip._ No, my child; for I feel I do not merit it. Alas! I can
see no orphans clothed with my beneficence, no anguish assuaged by my
care.
_Miss B._ Then I am sure my dear father wishes to show his kind
intentions. So I will begin by placing one under his protection [_Goes
up the stage, and leads down_ HENRY. SIR PHILIP, _on seeing him, starts,
then becomes greatly agitated._]
_Sir Philip._ Ah! do my eyes deceive me! No, it must be him! Such was
the face his father wore.
_Henry._ Spake you of my father?
_Sir Philip._ His presence brings back recollections, which drive me to
madness!--How came he here?--Who have I to curse for this?
_Miss B._ [_Falling on his neck._] Your daughter.
_Henry._ Oh sir! tell me--on my knees I ask it! do my parents live!
Bless me with my father's name, and my days shall pass in active
gratitude--my nights in prayers for you.
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