AMELIA. What was it?

BUTLER. Some fine black bread; and water as clear as crystal.

AMELIA. Are you not ashamed! Even my father pities him. Go directly
down to the kitchen, and desire the cook to give you something good and
comfortable; and then go into the cellar for a bottle of wine.

BUTLER. Good and comfortable indeed!

AMELIA. And carry both to the tower.

BUTLER. I am willing at any time, dear Lady, to obey your orders; but,
on this occasion, the prisoner's food must remain bread and water--It
is the Baron's particular command.

AMELIA. Ah! My father was in the height of passion when he gave it.

BUTLER. Whatsoever his passion might be, it is the duty of a true, and
honest dependent to obey his Lord's mandates. I will not suffer a
servant in this house, nor will I, myself, give the young man any thing
except bread and water--But I'll tell you what I'll do--I'll read my
verses to him.

AMELIA. Give me the key of the cellar--I'll go myself.

BUTLER [gives the key]. And there's my verses--[taking them from his
pocket] Carry them with you, they may comfort him as much as the wine.
[She throws them down. [Exit Amelia.