ted.--I threw
myself into her arms--Nancy, said I, give me something to drink--I
sought for consolation from her, and she----she upbraided me for my
careless management.

_Mr. D._ Horror!

_Mr. R._ She went away--her children felt in my pockets, and asked what
I had brought them. I had nothing.--A servant brought me a glass of
water, and took the children.

_Mr. D._ Come to my arms, most injured sufferer! my Augusta will not
desert you.----Oh, I am happy--I am rich; highly blessed----Come--we
will bear our misfortunes together--will share our sufferings and our
comforts, even to the last morsel of bread.

_Mr. R._ All deserted me. You only, whom I have ruined, remain my
friend. Oh, hear and tremble--you prevented----suicide----

_Mr. D._ How!

_Mr. R._ Yes. My unfeeling child brought me to despair--God bless you!

_Mr. D._ Unhappy father!

_Mr. R._ When your last hour approaches, may this action insure your
repose!--Many a distressed heart have you comforted--many tears have
you wiped away.--Your kindness to me--oh, on that day when Virtue shall
triumph, merciful God! let it be rewarded! [Exit.

END OF THE THIRD ACT.

_ACT IV._

SCENE I.

A small Room at Mr. Drave's.

Mrs. DRAVE and AUGUSTA.

_Mrs. D._ I know not how to act. My husband suffers, and I am too much
affected myself, to be able to afford him consolation--Oh, this Brook!
who would have thought him so mean?

_Augusta._ Do not mention him, dear mother.

_Mrs. D._ To accuse your father of having made a false inventory! 'Tis
an unheard-of baseness--and your father behaves with such fortitude and
composure--gives up all he is worth, and----Hush! who is coming?

Enter DRAVE, a Magistrate and his attendants.

_Mag._ What room is this?

_Mr. D._ My fitting room.

_Mag._ So! N deg. 14. [writes it down: an attendant marks it on the
door].--No closets in the wainscot here?

_Mr. D._ No.

_Mag._ Nothing concealed?

_Mr. D._ No.

_Mag._ Unlock this desk. [Drave unlocks it, Mag. tumbles over the
papers].

_Mr. D._ Softly, Sir; you disorder----

_Mag._ You can put them to rights again [takes up a book].--What is
this?

_Mr. D._ My account-book.

_Mag._ Is it?

_Mr. D._ 'Tis in your hands, you may examine it.

_Mag._ [giving the book to the attendants]. Put that with the
rest--[sits down].