ws?

_Clerk._ Every thing goes on very well, Sir.

_Chancellor._ How so, my friend?

_Clerk._ I have just spoken to Mr. Drave's clerk, who told me, that his
master had given security for young Brook's L.10,000, at Rose's.

_Chancellor._ Excellent, excellent!

_Clerk._ He added, that his master must inevitably stop payment, if
this sum were demanded immediately.

_Chancellor._ That shall be my care. I have already given orders to our
Jew Broker; he is to join with some other creditors of young Brook, and
insist on immediate payment.

_Clerk._ The man also assured me, that the inventory of old Brook's
property was drawn up in a hasty, and rather irregular manner.

_Chancellor._ Better and better! now we are sure of him.--I prevailed
on young Brook to sign a protest against this inventory, as being
illegally drawn up--It will soon be all over with them.

_Clerk._ But, it will make a great noise: nobody dares to speak freely,
it is true. But, then there is the Minister--his patriotic fancies----

_Chancellor_ [laughing], _are_ fancies.----

_Clerk._ Yet our Prince is every day more pleased with him. They are
frequently whole hours together.

_Chancellor._ I am an old servant, and know the Prince well. Fear
nothing. Drave shall at length suffer for all his calumnies: when we
have once got rid of him, we shall have every thing to ourselves. It
will be an additional profit of at least two thousand a year.

_Clerk._ Certainly it will.

_Chancellor._ You will therefore draw immediately for the above sum. If
he cannot pay, a warrant must be issued, seals put on, and he will be a
bankrupt, and ruined at once: but at the same time do not forget to
look after the old uncle.

_Clerk._ I have heard of an old man who, from the description, appears
to resemble him exactly.

_Chancellor._ For God's sake, take care.

_Clerk._ Rely upon me.--But, I do not at all like the elder Brook.

_Chancellor._ Oh, fair and softly goes far; only be on your guard.

(Servant entering.) The coach, my Lord!

_Chancellor._ Come! [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

At Mr. Drave's.

Enter Mr. DRAVE and PHILIP BROOK.

_Mr. D._ Indeed, Brook, I must confess your inactivity vexes me.

_Philip._ You mistake for inactivity, a mere external forbearance.

_Mr. D._ It is easier to complain of mankind, than to act for their
welfare. The first is the p