ty.

_Mr. D._ Almighty God!

_Mr. R._ Unhappy man! you gave security.

_Mr. D._ Oh my family, my child!'

_Mr. R._ Can you forgive me?

_Mr. D._ [lost in thought]. Insulted first; then reduced to beggary.

_Mr. R._ I have been seeking in vain for you, and for Brook: now the
seals are put on every thing, and I have undone my best friend.

_Mr. D._ [as before]. The trial is hard.--Oh heaven! from wealth to
poverty, in a single day! [Rose sits down, quite dejected].

_Mr. D._ [with emotion]. God's will be done!

_Mr. R._ [rises hastily and takes Drave's hand]. Hard is your fate; yet
God knows, mine is still more so. I am reduced to nothing.

_Mr. D._ [softly]. I also shall have little remaining.

_Mr. R._ My helpless children!

_Mr. D._ And my poor daughter!

_Mr. R._ Here our fate is the same. Yet you are only unfortunate; and
I--shall be regarded as a villain. You are a sufferer, and I the cause:
I cannot bear this thought. Hear me--Brook is still rich.--The
preservation of a worthy family, is a duty, and will excuse it--Let us
deny the security----you can then pay him half, and he may lose the
rest.

_Mr. D._ No!

_Mr. R._ Do it while there is yet time.--I will bear my lot in
patience; but let not the thought of having ruined you imbitter my
wretched existence. Do it.

_Mr. D._ Never!

_Mr. R._ For God's sake, do it. The Chancellor is your enemy; I know it
too well: this makes him now so busy about my affairs.

_Mr. D._ I will not, cannot.--Have I risked my ward's property too
inconsiderately, I must bear the consequences.

_Mr. R._ Who can blame you? Where was there a safer house than mine?

_Mr. D._ They can seize all my fortune, and undoubtedly will; I hope it
is sufficient.

_Mr. R._ You cannot avoid blaming me.

_Mr. D._ Do not be uneasy on my account. I have still strength and
activity. I may prosper again: if not, God will support my wife and
daughter, and in the grave at least I shall find repose.

_Mr. R._ I look at you with awful repentance. Father in heaven, I thank
thee for this man!--I sought comfort from my friends, and met
reproaches--I fled to my daughter--Oh, my daughter!

_Mr. D._ Go to her now; she will cheer the remainder of your days.

_Mr. R._ No, no, never!

_Mr. D._ Why not?

_Mr. R._ I went to her.--She was my darling--a kind look from her was
my greatest delight--I gave her a large portion. I came from the
Chancellor's--my agitation--my anxiety--I was overhea