e must go: wake him. [Exit Augusta.

_Servant entering._ The hall is full of constables; but, I will try to
lead him down the back stairs, and through the warehouse.

_Mrs. D._ Go, quick; lead him away, before the clerk returns.

(Enter Augusta, with the Old Man.)

_Old Man._ You tear me from my sleep; what will you do with me?

(Chancellor and Clerk from behind the Scenes).

_Clerk._ Where? answer, My Lord, where?

_Chancellor._ Here! help! here!

_Mrs. D._ Almighty God, they are discovered!

From behind / _Chancellor._ Break the door open.
the Scenes. \ _Lewis._ Stop! on your life, stop!

(Noise of forcing a door).

_Clerk._ _From behind._ God be praised!

Enter CLERK, a handkerchief round his head,
calling at the door.

_Clerk._ A surgeon! quick!----Villains.

_Chancellor_ [entering hastily, embraces the Clerk]. You are my saving
angel. Thank God.

_Clerk._ My hand is crushed.

_Chancellor._ I'll pay for the cure. [To the Constables who enter] You
are come? [To the Clerk]. Now, my friend--be Brook secured--my coach,
called--the orders of release countermanded--the other Brook and Drave
secured again; [exit Clerk] you--you shall pay----

_Mrs. D._ Have compassion, My Lord!

_Chancellor._ On you? To assault me! to extort orders from me by
violence! Oh, you shall pay for it, I promise you.

(Enter CLERK with some papers).

_Clerk_ [tears the papers to pieces]. There--there are your treacherous
schemes. [Aside to the Chancellor] How happy for me that I got hold of
them! [To Mrs. D.] Now, where is the old man? Out with him!

_Mrs. D._ [with firmness]. Yes! he is here. You shall see him--see him,
if you can bear it. [Exit].

_Chancellor._ Is the old uncle here?

_Clerk._ Yes, I found him out at last.

_Mrs. D._ [entering]. He cannot stir. Go yourself. You may kill him, he
says--but he will not stir.

_Clerk._ Nonsense! [Exit.

Enter Mr. DRAVE.

_Mr. D._ Released!--Released! [is going to embrace Mrs. Drave].

_Mrs. D._ [retiring]. Away! unhappy man--go away!

_Mr. D._ [perceiving the Chancellor]. You here?

_Chancellor._ Yes, fortunately.

_Mrs. D._ [embracing Drave.] Now, now, you may kill us--separate us you
cannot--never--

_Mr. D._ Who shall dare that?

_Chancellor._ The jail.

_Mr. D._ What? am I not released by