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Master Antony, calm yourself! Everybody knows that you are the most honest man in town!
ANTONY.
So? So?
[_Laughs._]
Yes,
I have used up all the honesty in the family! There, poor boy! There was none left for him! She too [_points to the dead body_] was much too virtuous!--Who knows whether or not the daughter--[_Suddenly to CLARA_]
What do you think, my innocent child?
CLARA.
Father!
SECOND BAILIFF (_to ADAM_).
Have you no pity?
ADAM.
Pity? Am I prying into the old fellow's pockets? Am I forcing him to take off his stockings and turn his shoes inside out? I meant to start out with doing that--for I hate him like poison, ever since that time in the tavern when he--you know what I refer to, and you would feel insulted too, if you had any self respect about you!
[_To CLARA._]
Where is your brother's room?
CLARA (_points_).
Back there!
[_Both Bailiffs, exeunt._]
CLARA.
Father, he is innocent! He must be innocent! He is your son, my brother!
ANTONY.
Innocent, and a matricide?
[_Laughs._]
A MAID (_enters with a letter to CLARA_).
From the cashier, Mr. Leonard.
ANTONY.
You need not read it! He declares himself free of you!
[_Claps his hands._]
Bravo, scoundrel
CLARA (_reads it_).
Yes! Yes! Oh, my G.o.d
ANTONY.
Let him go!
CLARA.
Father, father, I cannot--
ANTONY.
You cannot? Cannot? What do you mean? Are you?--
Both BAILIFFS reenter.
ADAM (_spitefully_).
Seek and ye shall find!
SECOND BAILIFF (_to ADAM_).
What do you mean by that? Did it turn out so today?
ADAM.
Hold your tongue!
[_Exeunt both._]
ANTONY.
He is innocent--and you--you--
CLARA.
Father, you are terrible!
ANTONY (_grasps her hand very gently_).
