this language----

_Philip._ You shall hear the language of outraged humanity. Suffering
innocence calls for a defender; he lives, and possesses both strength
and courage.

_Chancellor_ [contemptuously]. And who may this defender be?

_Philip._ I! [Chancellor laughs.] Answer now. Will you persist?

_Chancellor._ Must I answer?

_Philip._ Yes, you shall.

_Chancellor._ Then good bye, Mr. Brook: go home, and wait for the rest.
In the mean time try to recollect yourself a little.

_Philip_ [going]. Well then--

_Augusta_ [withholding Philip.] Stay, for God's sake, stay!

_Philip_ [turning back]. Believe me, My Lord, I am not acting the Don
Quixote. Once more, in the name of justice, for the sake of your
conscience, and of the serious trial to which you will one day be
inevitably brought, are you resolved to persist?

_Chancellor_ [in anger]. I am.

_Philip._ I have it in my power to act against you: I shall be a
formidable enemy. [Pause] Will you persist? Yes, or no?

_Chancellor_ [in a fury]. Yes, yes.

_Philip._ The hour of revenge is come; I feel it through all my veins,
and I begin----

_Chancellor_ [as before]. Do it, do it----

_Philip._ I shake the building to its foundation. You or I must be
crushed beneath the ruins: you exposed to universal hatred and
contempt, or I punished as a calumniator.

_Chancellor._ It shall be your fate.

_Philip._ Then be it so! The die is cast. The cause of justice animates
me; and the remembrance of my uncle's sufferings, gives me redoubled
energy.--I--you may know it--I was the man who excited and supported
the honest clerk.

_Chancellor._ You were? [rings a bell].

_Philip._ He was overpowered. Your crimes were not then ripe: now they
are.----In silence I have collected proofs of your treachery, of your
cruelty to my uncle, whom you confined for pretended insanity: answer
that.

Enter Servant.--CHANCELLOR speaks to him.

_Augusta._ Oh, Brook, Brook! what are you doing? I beg you----

_Philip._ Let me proceed. He may contrive----I have full conviction of
his crimes, and will lay them open to our Prince.

_Chancellor._ Go, go, frantic fool! try what your mad dreams can effect
there.

_Philip._ I will. Our Prince is benevolent and just. What is your
support in your crimes? The chain of ceremony?--I break it [Chancellor
laughs] I break it: my despair will give me strength--and--before
sun-set--woe on thee, and thy house! [Exit hastily with