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_Chancellor._ You are a n.o.ble young man, of the best intentions: [takes his hand] I am rejoiced at this opportunity of contracting an acquaintance with you.
_Philip._ May I hope for Mr. Drave?
_Chancellor._ Give me leave to say, in this case, the unaccountable disposal of your brother's property, without any authority, cannot be overlooked.
_Philip._ Mr. Rose was the richest merchant in the city.
_Chancellor._ Yet he has failed.
_Philip._ Drave has given security.
_Chancellor._ Very true; and his property is seized, that your brother may not lose.
_Philip._ But why is he confined?
_Chancellor._ Not for that; but to prevent farther trouble from his violence.
_Philip._ But there is no plaintiff.
_Chancellor._ Undoubtedly there is.
_Philip._ Who?
_Chancellor._ Your brother.
_Philip._ No! impossible!
_Chancellor._ 'Tis however true.
_Philip._ Very well; but notwithstanding, all farther proceedings must cease. Drave is free [rises and puts his chair aside].
_Chancellor_ [does the same]. How so? free?
_Philip._ I give bail.
_Chancellor._ Very n.o.ble, very christian-like indeed!--but it will not do.
_Philip._ Why not?
_Chancellor._ You are not of age.
_Philip_ [astonished]. But you rob him of every thing; credit, honour, fortune----
_Chancellor._ He may always recover himself.
_Philip._ Drive him, his wife and daughter, to despair!
_Chancellor._ Good G.o.d! I am very sorry; but what can I do?
_Philip._ Then you are determined, my Lord, to proceed your own way.
_Chancellor._ It is the law.
_Philip._ To ruin Mr. Drave?
_Chancellor._ No, not that.
_Philip._ It is downright injustice.
_Chancellor_ [angrily]. Injustice! [composing himself] Young man, young man!
_Philip._ I wish to give you warning----
_Chancellor._ I thank you!
_Philip._ While it is still time.
_Chancellor_ [laughing]. So? and when will it not be time?
_Philip_ [looking at his watch]. In half an hour; no more. [Chancellor laughs].
_Philip._ Rouse me not; for your own sake, rouse me not.
(Augusta rushes into the Room, and throws herself on her knees before the Chancellor).
_Augusta._ Spare my father! for pity's sake, spare my father!
_Philip_ [raising her]. What are you doing?
_Chancellor._ What is your request?
_Augusta_ [hastily rising]. Give me back my father.
_Philip._ Compose yourself, Augusta.
_Augusta._ We will depart immediately; yes, yes, I promise you we will depart; I know you cannot bear our presence; but give me my father.
_Chancellor._ Why did he strike a magistrate?
_Philip._ I was witness to the impropriety of this magistrate's conduct. Drave had great reason to be provoked.
_Augusta._ Forgive, forgive--Destroy my happiness, my hopes--only my father----
_Philip._ Look at her; behold the anguish of death on her countenance; look at her, and speak.
_Chancellor._ Mr. Brook, do not interfere where you have no concern.
_Philip._ No concern! I love her. Her father is my guardian. I speak as a son, and warn you that your cruelty and chicanery----
