lip._ 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 noble, 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 God! 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----

_Chancellor._ And I, young man, warn _you_ that