ell, I'll to them. Orders to release Drave and my
brother, are my first requests: I shall also strongly urge reparation.
If they refuse--if they even hesitate--woe on the villains! [Exit.

_Old Man._ What does he mean? Where is he going?

_Mrs. D._ Good old man, it is a decisive hour--pray to Heaven to assist
us.

_Old Man._ You are not happy?

_Mrs. D._ No, oh no! [Enter Rose hastily, with a Servant].

_Mr. R._ Madam, I dare not conceal--I heard--Mr. Drave is suddenly
taken ill.

_Mrs. D._ Merciful Heaven! Frederick, our cloaks. [Exit Servant.

_Mr. R._ Can you bear to look at me?

_Mrs. D._ Come, come, we'll go to him--come, Augusta. [Servant brings
cloaks].

_Mr. R._ [whilst Mrs. D. takes her cloak]. But, Madam, it will affect
him too much to see you thus.

_Mrs. D._ [not attending to him, and going, followed by Augusta and
Rose].

_Old Man._ You leave me? Who will have pity on me? who will----

_Mrs. D._ Stay, Augusta, make him comfortable.--Frederick, put him out
of the way.

_Servant._ Where, Madam?

_Mrs. D._ I don't know--any where.

_Servant._ I'll take him to my mother's.

_Mrs. D._ Well, well.--[Old Man led off by Augusta and Frederick--Mrs.
Drave and Rose going off on the opposite side].

_Old Man_ [as he is going]. You leave me; you will betray me; I have
nothing except these grey hairs.

[As Mrs. Drave and Rose are going out at the door,
they meet the Chancellor's Clerk.)

_Clerk._ Stop; where are you going?

_Mr. R._ Where an honest man is sacrificed by villains.

_Clerk._ A few words, Madam, if you please.

_Mrs. D._ Let me go, Sir! do not rob my suffering husband of his only
comfort--let me go.

_Clerk._ You must stop, Madam.

_Mr. R._ By what authority do you dare act thus?

_Clerk._ Do you know me?

_Mr. R._ Too well, too well.

_Clerk._ Then you should know that when I order, it is your part to
submit in silence.

_Mr. R._ You shall not drive her to despair.

_Clerk._ Pray, who are you?

_Mr. R._ One who has been made a beggar by thee and thy master, thou
knave; a formidable beggar.

_Clerk._ Are you mad?

_Mr. R._ So well in my senses, that I should apprehend being confined
under pretence of madness, if I were still rich enough.

_Clerk._ Beware, Sir, how you speak!

_Mr. R._ Do thou beware of thy life.

_Clerk._ That is going too far.

_Mr. R._ Have I not weapons? cannot I fell thee to the earth with this
stick, thou pr