CHARLES VON MOORenters from one side, DANIEL front the other.
CHARLES (hastily). Where is Lady Amelia?
DANIEL. Honoured sir! permit an old man to ask you a favour.
CHARLES. It is granted. What is it you ask?
DANIEL. Not much, and yet all--but little, and yet a great deal.--Suffer me to kiss your hand!
CHARLES. That I cannot permit, good old man (embraces him), from one whom I should like to call my father.
DANIEL. Your hand, your hand! I beseech you.
CHARLES. That must not be.
DANIEL It must! (He takes hold of it, surveys it quickly. and falls down before him.) Dear, dearest Charles!
CHARLES (startled; he composes himself, and says in a distant tone). What mean you, my friend? I don't understand you.
DANIEL. Yes, you may deny it, you may dissemble as much as you please!--'Tis very well! very well.--For all that you are my dearest, my excellent young master.--Good Heaven! that I, poor old man, should live to have the joy-- what a stupid blockhead was I that I did not at a glance--oh, gracious powers! And you are really come back, and the dear old master is underground, and here you are again!-- What a purblind dolt I was to be sure! (striking his forehead) that I did not on the instant--Oh, dear me!--who could have dreamt it!--What I have so often prayed for with tears--Oh, mercy me!--There he stands again, as large as life, in the old room!
CHARLES. What's all this oration about? Are you in a fit of delirium, and have escaped from your keepers; or are you rehearsing a stage player's part with me?
DANIEL. Oh, fie! fie!--It is not pretty of you to make game of an old servant.--That scar!--Eh! do you remember it ?--Good Heaven! what a fright you put me into--I always loved you so dearly; and what misery you might have brought upon me--You were sitting in my lap--do you remember?-- there, in the round chamber.--Has all that quite vanished from your memory--and the cuckoo too, that you were so fond