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Brookside has gone against the bargain, and has decided to have Roderick arrested upon one of the many writs out against him for debt.
Mr. Tapewell is surprised and complains weakly that Brookside is acting in bad faith.
Brookside brushes aside his objections.
Roderick is defeated, and meekly sits down in a chair.
The following lines are read over Roderick being shackled and led out of the room.
NARRATOR
Mr. James Cosgrove's personal narrative finishes here, for the hand of death interrupted the ingenious author soon after the period which this memoir was compiled, after he had lived nineteen years an inmate of the Fleet Prison, where the prison records state he died of delirium tremens.
His mother, now very old and hobbled with arthritis, enters the prison, carrying a basket on her arm.
NARRATOR
His faithful old mother joined him in his lonely exile, and had a bedroom in Fleet Market over the way. She would come and stay the whole day with him in prison working.
Signing a payment draft, the Countess sighs and gazes out of the large window.
NARRATOR
The Countess was never out of love with her husband, and, as long as she lived, James enjoyed his income of 3 00 pounds per year and was, perhaps, as happy in prison, as at any period of his existence.
Brookside tearing up the payment draft presented to him by his accountant.
NARRATOR
When her ladyship died, her son sternly cut off the annuity, devoting the sum to charities, which, he said, would make a nobler use of it than the scoundrel who had enjoyed it hitherto.
Roderick, now grey-haired, blacking boots.
NARRATOR
When the famous character lost his income, his spirit entirely failed. He was removed into the pauper's ward, where he was known to black boots for wealthier prisoners, and where he was detected in stealing a tobacco box.
Roderick and his mother. Action as per voice over.
NARRATOR
His mother attained a prodigious old age, and the inhabitants of the place in her time can record, with accuracy, the daily disputes which used to take place between mother and son, until the latter, from habits of intoxication, falling into a state of almost imbecility, was tended by his tough old parent as a baby almost, and would cry if deprived of his necessary glass of brandy.
TITLE CARD
It was in the reign of George III that the above-named personages lived and quarreled; good or bad, handsome or ugly, rich or poor, they are all equal now.
FADE OUT.
THE END