Lewis.Upon my honour.
Mr. D.Why this forced politeness? I do not wish it. You cannot judge of my actions, or their motives; but I am still your friend. The common frailties of youth I can overlook; but dissimulation, it is true, I cannot bear.
Lewis.You cannot surely accuse me of that.
Mr. D.Give me proofs, and I will thank you.
Lewis.How can I, being entirely misunderstood?
Mr. D.Convince me of your sincere attachment to my house.
Lewis.I protest——
Mr. D.No protestations! proofs! Besides shall enquire more deeply to-day, and would fain believe you if possible.
Lewis.You may securely.
Mr. D.Your way of life is not the best. It is time to think of entering on some more settled plan.
Lewis.I am glad you mention it; it was for this very purpose I came here. I am determined to seek for a fixed employment.
Mr. D.You give me pleasure; with your talents you cannot fail of success.
Lewis.I flatter myself the more, as for a long while——
Mr. D.What!
Lewis.I will unfold my heart. Be not severe, or you will drive me to despair.
Mr. D.[kindly]. Well; speak.
Lewis[flatteringly]. I beg you to look upon my wishes, not as a guardian, but as a friend, as a father—I—I love—and your consent to a marriage will make me happy.
Mr. D.Brook! [with warmth] you really love the girl, and sincerely?
Lewis.Not to madness, but truly and honourably.
Mr. D.Are you perfectly sincere?
Lewis.Why should you doubt?
Mr. D.Brook! I never was at a wedding, but the question arose, Will it be happy? To be unhappily married is dreadful.
Lewis.I have considered maturely.
Mr. D.The means of amending an inconsiderate step afterwards are shocking; still worse than the misfortune itself.
Lewis.It is too true. But why this to me? You disquiet yourself without cause. Love, our best reformer, has inspired me with juster sentiments.
Mr. D.Then God be praised! both will be happy.
Lewis.It was for the sole purpose of asking your consent that I came hither.
Mr. D.But why did not you speak sooner?
Lewis.My doubts—the disorder of my affairs—
Mr. D.[smiling]. We will soon put them in order.
Lewis.Then you give your consent?
Mr. D.[earnestly]. Yes!—But you will alter your mode of living?
Lewis.You shall be satisfied with my conduct.
Mr. D.Yes, yes. I always said you had many excellent qualities, and would turn out well, if once they were awakened; thank God, they are!
Lewis.Besides, this marriage gives me some hopes of an honourable place.
Mr. D.Not exactly the marriage; but——
Lewis.Why not? has any body more interest than the Chancellor?
Mr. D.No; but he may not interest himself much about your affairs for the future.
Lewis.Now more than ever, most assuredly.
Mr. D.Now?
Lewis.As I marry his daughter.
Mr. D.What do you say?
Lewis.As I marry his daughter.
Mr. D.Whom do you marry?
Lewis.Miss Fleffel.
Mr. D.No, never!
Lewis.How? why not?
Mr. D.No! by all that is sacred you shall not marry her!
Lewis.Inconceivable! you gave your consent.
Mr. D.I withdraw it.
Lewis.[sneeringly] Very extraordinary! then why give it?
Mr. D.[harshly]. I misunderstood you.
Lewis.So! cunning enough! to put me first off my guard.
Mr. D.Be so good as to leave me.
Lewis.To give me confidence!
Mr. D.Leave me, I say.
Lewis.That you might more easily draw my secret from me!
Mr. D.For God's sake leave me!
Lewis.A fine trick for a man who glories in his sincerity!
Mr. D.Sir, I warn you——
Lewis.Who boasts of his plain dealing; yet, in spite of his honesty, commits acts——
Mr. D.Young man, be silent!
Lewis.Acts that any body would be ashamed of. Sir, you may know I have always seen through your mask. We have only two years more to be concerned with each other. You may release yourself before, if you please.—I thank you for all your cares.
Mr. D.Ungrateful miscreant!—Oh, my child, my poor child!
Lewis.So! you perhaps had other designs?
Mr. D.Yes, yes, I had. My child—I would have confided her to you.—She loves you—Now go, relate your triumphs; defame her, and me also.
Lewis.Indeed, Sir, I am grieved.
Mr. D.Say that I made offers; that I proposed the match, and was refused.—Oh, my unhappy Augusta!—Go, leave my house—never let me see you more!
Lewis[hastily]. I assure you I have the highest esteem for Miss Augusta.
Mr. D.My daughter is virtuous, and wants not the testimony of a——, not yours.
Lewis.I protest.
Mr. D.I hate your protestations. Never mention her again; promise me that solemnly.
Lewis.I give——
Mr. D.It is to no purpose; speak no more—but if you, in any respect whatever, insult my daughter——you know me. [Wipes his forehead—pause] We have done—adieu, Sir!
Lewis[coldly]. And in respect to my marriage——
Mr. D.I will tell you in the afternoon.
Lewis.Very well. [Exit Lewis.
Mr. D.Is it come to this? Now I see my misfortune clearly [throws himself into a chair]. Is this my reward! What must be done now?
Enter Mr. ROSE.
Mr. R.Forgive me, dear Drave, if I interrupt——
Mr. D.Do not take it amiss, Rose; but indeed you have come at a wrong time——
Mr. R.'Tis too true; Ihavecome at a wrong time; would to God there had been no necessity! yet hear me.
Mr. D.I cannot; my heart is distracted—
Mr. R.For heaven's sake, hear an unfortunate man.
Mr. D.If your misfortune is greater than mine, I will hear you.
Mr. R.You knew me once as a rich, as a wealthy man.
Mr. D.Yes.
Mr. R.I am so no longer.
Mr. D.Impossible!
Mr. R.By a bankruptcy in Amsterdam, I am entirely ruined.
Mr. D.Can I assist, support you, dear Rose? I am at your service.
Mr. R.Merciful heaven! can you forget—
Mr. D.What?
Mr. R.Your ward's property.
Mr. D.Almighty God!
Mr. R.Unhappy man! you gave security.
Mr. D.Oh my family, my child!'
Mr. R.Can you forgive me?
Mr. D.[lost in thought]. Insulted first; then reduced to beggary.
Mr. R.I have been seeking in vain for you, and for Brook: now the seals are put on every thing, and I have undone my best friend.
Mr. D.[as before]. The trial is hard.—Oh heaven! from wealth to poverty, in a single day! [Rose sits down, quite dejected].
Mr. D.[with emotion]. God's will be done!
Mr. R.[rises hastily and takes Drave's hand]. Hard is your fate; yet God knows, mine is still more so. I am reduced to nothing.
Mr. D.[softly]. I also shall have little remaining.
Mr. R.My helpless children!
Mr. D.And my poor daughter!
Mr. R.Here our fate is the same. Yet you are only unfortunate; and I—shall be regarded as a villain. You are a sufferer, and I the cause: I cannot bear this thought. Hear me—Brook is still rich.—The preservation of a worthy family, is a duty, and will excuse it—Let us deny the security——you can then pay him half, and he may lose the rest.
Mr. D.No!
Mr. R.Do it while there is yet time.—I will bear my lot in patience; but let not the thought of having ruined you imbitter my wretched existence. Do it.
Mr. D.Never!
Mr. R.For God's sake, do it. The Chancellor is your enemy; I know it too well: this makes him now so busy about my affairs.
Mr. D.I will not, cannot.—Have I risked my ward's property too inconsiderately, I must bear the consequences.
Mr. R.Who can blame you? Where was there a safer house than mine?
Mr. D.They can seize all my fortune, and undoubtedly will; I hope it is sufficient.
Mr. R.You cannot avoid blaming me.
Mr. D.Do not be uneasy on my account. I have still strength and activity. I may prosper again: if not, God will support my wife and daughter, and in the grave at least I shall find repose.
Mr. R.I look at you with awful repentance. Father in heaven, I thank thee for this man!—I sought comfort from my friends, and met reproaches—I fled to my daughter—Oh, my daughter!
Mr. D.Go to her now; she will cheer the remainder of your days.
Mr. R.No, no, never!
Mr. D.Why not?
Mr. R.I went to her.—She was my darling—a kind look from her was my greatest delight—I gave her a large portion. I came from the Chancellor's—my agitation—my anxiety—I was overheated.—I threw myself into her arms—Nancy, said I, give me something to drink—I sought for consolation from her, and she——she upbraided me for my careless management.
Mr. D.Horror!
Mr. R.She went away—her children felt in my pockets, and asked what I had brought them. I had nothing.—A servant brought me a glass of water, and took the children.
Mr. D.Come to my arms, most injured sufferer! my Augusta will not desert you.——Oh, I am happy—I am rich; highly blessed——Come—we will bear our misfortunes together—will share our sufferings and our comforts, even to the last morsel of bread.
Mr. R.All deserted me. You only, whom I have ruined, remain my friend. Oh, hear and tremble—you prevented——suicide——
Mr. D.How!
Mr. R.Yes. My unfeeling child brought me to despair—God bless you!
Mr. D.Unhappy father!
Mr. R.When your last hour approaches, may this action insure your repose!—Many a distressed heart have you comforted—many tears have you wiped away.—Your kindness to me—oh, on that day when Virtue shall triumph, merciful God! let it be rewarded! [Exit.
A small Room at Mr. Drave's.
Mrs. DRAVE and AUGUSTA.
Mrs. D.I know not how to act. My husband suffers, and I am too much affected myself, to be able to afford him consolation—Oh, this Brook! who would have thought him so mean?
Augusta.Do not mention him, dear mother.
Mrs. D.To accuse your father of having made a false inventory! 'Tis an unheard-of baseness—and your father behaves with such fortitude and composure—gives up all he is worth, and——Hush! who is coming?
Enter DRAVE, a Magistrate and his attendants.
Mag.What room is this?
Mr. D.My fitting room.
Mag.So! N°. 14. [writes it down: an attendant marks it on the door].—No closets in the wainscot here?
Mr. D.No.
Mag.Nothing concealed?
Mr. D.No.
Mag.Unlock this desk. [Drave unlocks it, Mag. tumbles over the papers].
Mr. D.Softly, Sir; you disorder——
Mag.You can put them to rights again [takes up a book].—What is this?
Mr. D.My account-book.
Mag.Is it?
Mr. D.'Tis in your hands, you may examine it.
Mag.[giving the book to the attendants]. Put that with the rest—[sits down].
Mr. D.Have you done here?
Mag.Patience [fans his face with the papers he has in his hand]. Very hot to-day. [Pointing to a small trunk]? What is that?
Augusta.Trifles: some ladies dresses.
Mag.Open it.
Mrs. D.'Tis only some linen.
Mag.Turn it upside down, that I may see if there is nothing else.
Mr. D.[hastily]. Sir! [Mrs. D. steps between him and the Mag].
Mag.[rising]. What's the matter?
Mr. D.[more calm]. Must that be?
Mag.[turning over the things without looking at Drave]. Perhaps—[Looking round to an attendant] Take that desk into the drawing-room to the rest.
Mr. D.Stay, Sir; I want it here, to shut up my papers.
Mag.Afterwards, afterwards. Besides, this is not a time to shut up any thing. [Drave walks up and down]. Where are the accounts of your guardianship?
Mr. D.Down stairs.
Mag.I must have a look there. Now, Sir, if you please! [Mag. and D. exeunt.
Enter a Servant.
Serv.[to Augusta]. I have done as you desired, Ma'am; he will come immediately. [Exit Serv.
Mrs. D.Who, Augusta?
Augusta.Dear mother, forgive me! I sent for the Counsellor.
Mrs. D.How? the Counsellor?
Augusta.I will try this once. But you must go; you shall not be witness of my humiliation.
Mrs. D.But your father?
Augusta.If I succeed, he will forgive me.—I hear somebody at the door: leave me now.
Mrs. D.Take my best wishes, my dear girl. [Exit.
Enter the COUNSELLOR.
Counsellor.You have had the goodness to desire——
Augusta[with dignity]. I requested your company.
Counsellor.Notwithstanding your father's ill treatment of me this morning, I willingly forget it, as you desire my return. And now my fair sufferer, in what can I serve you?
Augusta.You have often told me, that you were interested in my happiness, that you loved me.—I am now unhappy—prove the truth of your assertions, by acting as becomes you—Help us.
Counsellor.With all my heart, if it were in my power; you may rely——
Augusta.Mr. Rose's misfortune bears hard upon my father. By moderation and indulgence, he may be saved; and it is for this purpose that I apply to you.
Counsellor[walking up and down in seeming agitation]. Yes, yes—good God!——but——
Augusta.He can pay, but not instantly—not now—by degrees only.
Counsellor.My charming lady, I have no power in these things.
Augusta.Yes, Sir! you have power to soften your father's heart.
Counsellor.I am grieved indeed—truly sorry to refuse you any thing—I have so much esteem for you!
Augusta.Be generous, Sir, I intreat you.
Counsellor.You are such a lovely petitioner, that I could almost forgive adversity, as it unfolds so many charms in you: but indeed your father has offended all his friends—it is impossible.
Augusta.In the name of humanity, be generous.
Counsellor.Charming good lady! I cannot assist you—not now, afterwards perhaps——
Augusta[in tears]. Unfeeling man!
Counsellor.Dear young lady! be comforted—things may turn out better than you expect.—Indeed I am deeply afflicted: if I could assist you, you might depend upon me—forgive me, my dear Augusta! I must leave you now. I humbly thank you for your flattering attention. [Exit.
Mrs. D.[entering hastily]. Merciful heaven! must it come to that?
Augusta.Speak, mother; what is the matter?
[Mr. D. enters, followed by Philip Brook]. Such an infamous fellow! I could bear no longer.
Mrs. D.To strike a magistrate! Oh, what will be the consequence?
Philip.Do not alarm yourself on this account, Madam. I am witness he exceeded his power. Be composed. We have no time to lose. In the first place, we must prevent this affair from proceeding farther; you will therefore consider my property as your own.
Mr. D.No!
Philip.Why not? I cannot lose by it.
Mr. D.You do not know that. A merchant is above all people liable to accidents.
Philip.But, my dear Sir!
Mr. D.My refusal does not proceed from pride. Heaven sent me this trial. Supported by the consciousness of having done my duty, I can bear misfortune; but dare not throw it upon you. If you will assist me, my good friend, help me to arrange my papers. Do you, my wife and Augusta, behave with fortitude; your courage will console me.——Look at me, Brook. Do I appear dejected? Do not I seem rather to be upheld by an unknown, sacred power? I cannot account for it, but this change does not affect me so sensibly.—Come, my friend! why so serious?
Philip.Then you deny my wishes?
Mr. D.I dare not consent.
Philip.You are the father of a family.
Mr. D.And God above, the father of innocent sufferers.
(Enter a Servant hastily).
Serv.For God's sake, Sir, what has happened? there are two men come to arrest you.
Mr. D.Whom?
Serv.You! A writ from the Chancellor.
Mr. D.That is too much.
Philip.Too much? No! just enough; exactly what I wanted! [With coldness] Go, in the name of God!
Mr. D.So publicly! 'tis hard.—Fortune, character, perhaps life——all in one day——Well, well, take it wretch, and God forgive thee!——[embraces his wife and daughter]. Brook, support my wife and child—[leaving them]. Soon, soon, we shall meet again! [Exit.
[Mrs. Drave and Augusta following him].
Philip[stopping them]. Stay; you must be composed. Go into your own room; promise me not to leave it.
Mrs. D.What do you require?
Philip.Go in there. I must leave you now. I shall return—Adieu!
Augusta.Pray, Sir, stop!
Mrs. D.Where are you going, my dear friend?
Philip[with forced coldness]. A short way. [Looking at his watch] In half an hour I shall return. Should I not—but you will certainly see me then. [Exit, leading Mrs. D. and Augusta to the door.]
A Room at the Chancellor's.
Counsellor entering with papers in his hand.
John!
[Serv. enters]. Sir!
Counsellor.Send in the porter. [Exit Servant. Counsellor looking at the papers]. That will do very well. As Brook stands plaintiff, all the odium will fall upon him; we only give him what the law prescribes. [Enter Porter.] Take that immediately to the Commissioners—say, I shall have the honour of waiting on them myself towards evening. [Porter going] I request them to be expeditious. [Exit Porter]. Well, well, Mr. Drave, I think you will learn better manners, and take care how you forbid people your house again.
Enter LEWIS BROOK.
Counsellor.Where, in the name of fortune, have you been raking all this time? Your affair with Drave is in great forwardness.
Lewis.So? Already?
Counsellor.Certainly—'Tis singular enough, that you should live next door to him, and know nothing of the matter.
Lewis.Yes; but I seldom come home. I was with Paulino. We had such excellent wine, and such a pleasant party!
Counsellor.Very well; but for the present you must let your excellent wine and agreeable parties alone, and keep out of the way, to avoid troublesome questions or entreaties. Now attend to me.
Lewis.Must I absolutely hear?
Counsellor.Yes, yes,
Lewis.From agreeable company, to your tiresome law-suits, I hate it.
Counsellor.Drave hinted an intention of making a declaration.
Lewis[stretching in his chair and yawning]. Well; to what effect?
Counsellor.That he could not pay instantly—by degrees only; and asked for delay.
Lewis[as before]. Go on, go on.
Counsellor.You understand. Your claims must be enforced; seals therefore were put on.
Lewis[hastily rising]. How? what do you say? Seals put on? No, I disapprove that!
Counsellor.Why? it was unavoidable! quite so, I assure you.
Lewis[with warmth]. But he will be entirely ruined.
Counsellor[smiling]. Oh, no, depend upon it. They have made pretty good use of your property at Rose's—They have embezzled enough—every body knows it, and we have proofs.
Lewis.Then, indeed, a slight correction will not hurt this prating moralist.
Counsellor.By this means too, I hope to pave the way for my love to Augusta.
Lewis.How so?
Counsellor.Why, what will she do now? Reduced to poverty, she must thank me for my protection. I will procure her a situation with my aunt at Bonn.
Lewis.For shame!
Counsellor.Why so? she is clever—understands music—Depend upon it she will be comfortable. She shall keep the old lady company, and read or sing to her.
Lewis.What a mean fellow you are!
Counsellor.Is not that better than an abandoned life?
Lewis.How? Could I ever drive her to that?
Counsellor.You are like a baby; if you have not playthings, you cry.
Lewis.But dam'me, 'tis downright baseness!
Counsellor[laughing]. Fantastical nonsense! Things have different sides: that which in common life, you call honesty, is bungler's work in politics.
Lewis[looking sharply at him]. So!
Counsellor.Apropos—the accounts of Drave's guardianship are brought; there we shall discover his impositions.
Lewis.I don't mind him; but Augusta, and her mother——No, that shall not be.
Enter the Chancellor's Clerk.
Clerk.Gentlemen, there is a person waiting for My Lord; guess who?
Lewis.I don't care.
Clerk.One I should never have expected to see here.
Counsellor.Who is it?
Clerk[to Lewis]. Your brother.
Lewis.My brother?
Counsellor.God bless me! Mr. Philip.
Clerk[to the Counsellor]. Will you ask My Lord, if agreeable—
Counsellor.Yes, yes, immediately [going]. Astonishing! Mr. Philip here! [Exit.
Lewis.My brother? here! in this house? It is strange.
Clerk.So I think: my curiosity is raised. I never spoke to him.
Counsellor[returning]. Very happy to see him.
Clerk[rings the bell. To a servant who enters] Bid the gentleman walk up.
Lewis.I'll go. I have nothing to do with him.
Counsellor.Well; go awhile to my father. Do you, Mr. Worms, keep him company till my father comes.—He conceives that he is come to intercede. We must try to gain a little time.
Clerk.Very well; I long to get acquainted with him——
Counsellor.Hush! he is coming. [Exit with Lewis.—Clerk steps aside].
(Enter Servant, followed by PHILIP.)
Serv.Be so good as to wait here a few minutes; My Lord will come directly. [Exit.
Philip[not observing the Clerk]. Now I am here.——At length—Oh, my heart——
Clerk.Sir!
Philip[turning hastily]. Hah! I beg your pardon; I did not know——
Clerk.My Lord is very sorry that indispensable business obliges him to detain you for a few moments, but he will hasten to have the honour——
Philip[walking up and down]. Very well.
Clerk.I am very happy that chance thus gives me an opportunity of commencing an acquaintance with you.
Philip.You cannot tell how long this business may last; it grows late, and I am in haste.
Clerk.Not long, I dare say—-Be seated, Mr. Brook. [Both sit down]. Indeed the future alliance of My Lord's family and yours——
Philip.By what means?
Clerk.By the marriage of Miss Fleffel with your brother.
Philip[surprised]. So! [Politely) I did not know it before [looks at his watch].
Clerk.It will afford My Lord great satisfaction, as the honour of your company——
Philip.It grows very late; must I wait long?
Clerk.No, Sir! but [pointing to the chair], be so kind——
Philip.Pardon me, I cannot sit—[aside] my blood, my blood——
Clerk.Are you indisposed?
Philip.Yes—but you think he will come soon?
Clerk [offended]. Mr. Brook dislikes my company!
Philip.Company in general. [Pointing to a door, and going up to it] Is that the room?
Clerk.Give me leave, Sir: I will inform My Lord of your haste. [Exit.
Philip.Oh, patience, patience! good heaven! in this very room—here—here have I supplicated for my uncle; here have I wept, gone on my knees, to obtain his liberty. My tears were derided, I was driven away.—Then I was but a child—now I am a man; outraged humanity calls upon me. At this very moment, perhaps, my uncle is suffering the extremities of hunger, of misery and despair.—Gracious Heaven, grant me a composed mind!
Clerk entering.My Lord will immediately do himself the honour— please to be seated, Sir.
Philip.I am not fit for conversation: I will walk into the gallery—you will call me. [Exit.
Clerk.A very strange man this!
Counsellor enters.Is he gone?
Clerk.No, he waits in the gallery.
Counsellor.Go to my father, he wants you—I will see after him.
Enter COUNSELLOR and PHILIP.
Counsellor.Forgive me, dear Sir—but you know——
Philip.May I hope to speak to My Lord now?
Counsellor.Immediately—business, you know, sometimes occurs——
Philip[going up to the Chancellor's room door]. My Lord is there, I presume.
Chancellor entering.Your most obedient, Mr. Brook—Chairs, my son——an unexpected honour indeed!
Philip.My Lord, I wish to speak to you in private.
Chancellor.Most willingly. [Looks significantly at his son—exit Counsellor]. What can I do for you?
Philip.My Lord, I ask your assistance to save an honest man from ruin.
Chancellor.What assistance? for whom? speak, my dear Sir!
Philip.Mr. Drave is the person I mean—whatever you may do for him, I shall consider as a favour——
Chancellor.So, so! Mr. Drave the merchant—But you speak of ruin—why so?
Philip.Of ruin, into which the literal application of the law will plunge him, if his well-known integrity, and ability to pay gradually, be not attended to.
Chancellor.The law, my dear Sir, must take its course.
Philip.Certainly; but remember, it dictates equity.
Chancellor.You are a noble young man, of the best intentions: [takes his hand] I am rejoiced at this opportunity of contracting an acquaintance with you.
Philip.May I hope for Mr. Drave?
Chancellor.Give me leave to say, in this case, the unaccountable disposal of your brother's property, without any authority, cannot be overlooked.
Philip.Mr. Rose was the richest merchant in the city.
Chancellor.Yet he has failed.
Philip.Drave has given security.
Chancellor.Very true; and his property is seized, that your brother may not lose.
Philip.But why is he confined?
Chancellor.Not for that; but to prevent farther trouble from his violence.
Philip.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, warnyouthat 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 Augusta].
[Chancellor rings the bell, and walks eagerly up and down.—Philip enters surrounded by Officers of Justice.]
Chancellor.Nearer, Mr. Brook! [To the officers] Leave us till I call.
Philip[with firmness]. What have you to say?
Chancellor.Terrified? Pale? starting eyes? So amazed, conqueror of the world? You have thrown off the mask—I will do the same. [Pause]. Young man, you are too weak to take a grain of this power; a single grain is sufficient to destroy you.—Will you implore my forgiveness, and bind yourself to eternal silence? Then quit the country, and I will forget.
Philip.No!
Chancellor.Man, who gave me half an hour's delay, I now give it to you. Answer me; will you submit, or never see the day-light more?
Philip.Thy banishments, thy imprisonments, will avail nothing, as long as thy sworn enemy lives.—Murder is thy only security, and on that thy coward heart dares not venture.
Chancellor.Thou art in my hands, worm! Who cares if I trample upon thee? Who dares to rise up against me, possessed, as I am, of the chief authority of the State, and of the confidence of the Prince? What remains to thee, thou poor wretch?
Philip.My heart.
Chancellor.Go, grovel in fetters; there wait thy fate, while thy wiser brother laughs at thee.
Philip.My brother? my brother? Hah! perhaps now—[going towards the door, followed hastily by the Chancellor, who locks it]. Lewis, Lewis!
Chancellor.Frantic villain!
Philip.Lewis! Lewis! brother! help!
Chancellor[rings the bell and calls]. Stop him, stop him!
Lewis[from without]. I will go in!
Philip.Lewis! Lewis! for the last time, I call, help, help!
Lewis[from without]. I come [forcing the door. Constables from the other side. Counsellor and Clerk, with Lewis, enter]. What is the matter?
Counsellor.You villain! To assault me, to accuse your brother, to seek his life!—[To the constables] Off with him! [they seize Philip.]
Philip.No! No! Lewis! [throws a pocket-book to him] Take this book [Couns. snatches the book]. Lewis, your uncle—remember, remember. [Exit with constables.]
Lewis[attempting to follow him, withheld by the Chancellor and the Counsellor]. Let me go.
Chancellor.For God's sake, do not approach him; he seeks your ruin, your life; he is dangerous. [They lead Lewis into the Chancellor's Room.]
Apartment at Mr. Drave's House.
Mrs. DRAVE.—AUGUSTA.
(Augusta entering with a letter in her hand, which she gives to her Mother.)
Augusta.Here is a letter from Philip Brook's landlord.
Mrs. D.[reads]—How!
Augusta.What does it contain?
Mrs. D.I'll read it you. "Madam—-Counsellor Fleffel has come with a warrant to examine Mr. Brook's apartment. He has forced the locks of his bureau and drawers, and seized the papers. I think they must be of great importance, for he is in a violent passion, and talks of treasonable practices, of libels, of revenge."——Our worthy friend, too, the prey of powerful enemies! It is hard.
Augusta.But what can he have to apprehend from them?
Mrs. D.The abuse or suppression of his papers.
A Servant entering.Mr. Lewis Brook, Ma'am, wishes to see you.
Mrs. D.[angrily]. How? he dares——
Serv.I denied you twice, but he insists on seeing you.
Mrs. D.Tell him I can have no concern with one who has acted as he has done. [Exit Servant.
Augusta.His very name terrifies me so much.—
Enter LEWIS with the Servant.
Lewis.I must speak to her [perceiving Mrs. D. he casts his eyes upon the ground. Augusta hastily leaves the room].
Mrs. D.Frederick, did you deliver my answer to the gentleman?
Lewis.He did; but, Madam—pray leave us Frederick—[Exit Servant]. I beg, Madam——
Mrs. D.What do you desire? Have you any demands upon me in particular? [shrugs her shoulders]. I am unable to pay, for they have taken every thing from me.
Lewis.You think me a villain: you are deceived; let me therefore explain——
Mrs. D.Explain, Sir? This empty room, our misery, my husband in prison these are explanations sufficient.
Lewis.As my presence is so disagreeable to you, I will immediately retire.—But let me first promise you, that the day I come of age, I will entirely restore what you have lost. [Lays a paper on the table]. I leave with you this paper, legally drawn up to that effect. Thus I hope to make reparation for my want of thought, and for the uneasiness I have caused. [Going.
Mrs. D.One moment, Mr. Brook! [She takes the paper and reads it]. You restore all, you say?
Lewis.Yes.
Mrs. D.Our confidence in mankind, which you have destroyed; our honour, of which you have robbed us; our credit, which you have blasted; can you restore these? Can you erase the deep characters of misery from the heart of an afflicted husband? Can you restore a wretched daughter, once more in the bloom of health, to her parents arms? Will you restore all this, with this paper?
Lewis.If you accuse me of all this, Madam, you are unjust, and I must speak.
Mrs. D.Speak, Sir.
Lewis.What I do, I will freely confess, is not so much for Mr. Drave as for your and Augusta's sake. His abuse of my property, his secret plans to undo one brother by the other—that, Madam, that hurts me.—With respect to what has happened, God be my witness, that I had not the smallest presentiment of it. I am frail, and I have erred; yet I hope I now atone for my fault.
Mrs. D.This requires an answer. My husband, who placed this sum with the most respectable house in the city, in order to provide a better fortune for his prodigal ward—who, unsolicited, in order to secure this ward from all accidents, gave security to the amount of all he was worth, and who now makes it good with the loss of all his fortune—he is an honest man.
Lewis[astonished]. Gave security?
Mrs. D.[not attending to him]. A perverted mind may misinterpret his actions. Kindnesses bestowed on the ungrateful will one day have their reward.—A man like my Drave can lay his hand on his heart, and look with hope to the day when he shall appear before his Almighty Judge; he can, amidst all his losses, despise such a wretched thing as this—[She tears the paper in two, and drops it on the ground].
Lewis.I am astonished. Mr. Drave gave security?
Mrs. D.He did.
Lewis.That, Madam, was entirely unknown to me.
Mrs. D.Henceforth we have nothing to say to each other; but, before we part, let me remember one thing—You once made a serious application to me concerning my daughter.
Lewis.Pray, Madam——
Mrs. D.It is over—an abused mother, a deceived fool more or less, what does it signify to a man of fashion? The girl may weep; the mother may be angry—your companions will laugh at such gallantry—why should you alter your conduct?
Lewis.You touch closely there—[hastily]. No, that is too much. [With intreaty] Madam, for God's sake——
Mrs. D.You, Mr. Brook, who never gave us a single hour's comfort, you have reduced us to misery in a single hour. It hurts not your feelings, to see your foster parents ruined, undone by the son of her who was my dearest friend and your mother; by the son of Maria!
Lewis.Oh, forbear!
Mrs. D.You have feigned love to my daughter, have vowed fidelity to her: she loves, and must ever love you.—You forsake her now—She will decline by degrees, and at length sink into her grave, which perhaps—we must beg for her.
Lewis.Oh, cease! cease!
Mrs. D.Should you become a husband, a father—then, when you regard your child as I now do mine, may the remembrance of these moments never sit heavy on your heart!—Now my last word: I release you from all your promises—I forgive you. With this wish let us part for ever—God forgive you, as I do! [Going.
Lewis[detaining her]. Oh, Madam! had not Mr. Drave been so unkind to me, I should now perhaps have been happy with Augusta!—Yes, yes, I love her still; and Heaven be my witness——
Mrs. D.Do not mistake me; I mean not to awaken compassion for my daughter. If you arc sincere, restore my husband.
Lewis.I here vow——
Mrs. D.Then first save your brother, who is persecuted for a noble action.
Lewis.A noble action? Which of his mean attempts can you call by that title?
Mrs. D.[surprised]. What did you say?
Lewis.Shall I release him, when he only seeks, my destruction?
Mrs. D.He? he seek your destruction?
Lewis.His design was to enforce the clause of my father's will: for this purpose, he went to-day to the Chancellor's; but his scheme failing, he forgot the mask of virtue which he had assumed, and exhibited the rage of a disappointed demon.
Mrs. D.Who imposed this falsehood upon you?—No! no. He came forward to defend Drave, threatened to disclose secrets.—They fear him! and for this reason he was arrested.
Lewis.But still his pocket-book contains the proofs of his base intentions.
Mrs. D.Have you seen it?
Lewis.No!
Mrs. D.And believe so lightly?
Lewis.Why, the Chancellor——
Mrs. D.Is the person who put your uncle in prison. Lewis, save your brother, he is innocent.
Lewis.Well, they shall shew me the pocket-book; but you will find——
Mrs. D.Go rather to your brother's lodgings; the Counsellor is there, examining his writings—go immediately—be speedy.
Lewis.Well, I will satisfy you. It is not far—Under some pretext I will bring the Counsellor himself into this very room; then you shall be witness——
Mrs. D.Why?
Lewis.If you prefer it, you can go into that room, and over-hear our conversation: but depend upon it, notwithstanding all outward appearances, my brother's heart is full of malice. [Exit.
Enter AUGUSTA.
Mrs. D.Be not afflicted, my dear Augusta—compose yourself. He appears to be misled rather than wicked. Yet they have drawn so artful a snare about him, that I fear it will be difficult to destroy it.
Augusta.Will it?
Mrs. D.God grant this moment may prove fortunate, and fully convince him of their villainy!
Counsellor[without]. I can't, upon my honour, I am so busy——
Lewis[without]. Pshaw! don't stand on ceremony.
Mrs. D.They are coming, let us be gone.
Augusta.Who?
Mrs. D.Come, come. [Exeunt.
Enter LEWIS and COUNSELLOR.
Lewis.It would be too late afterwards, I assure you.
Counsellor.Very singular! Suppose you had not met with me?
Lewis.I should have gone in search of you.
Counsellor[going]. Let us rather go to your house.
Lewis.As we are now here—
Counsellor.But it is very unpleasant to me.—The people will trouble me with their complaints and lamentations—Besides, I am in haste—my father waits for me.
Lewis.Only a few words. You have instituted a suit against Drave in my name.
Counsellor.Certainly.
Lewis.Very well: as soon as I am of age, I shall restore Drave every thing.
Counsellor.God forbid!
Lewis.He may then pay by degrees: but—we parted so abruptly to day—why have you secured my brother?
Counsellor.He wished to have you declared a prodigal—protested against your marriage—and, as your father refused, to listen to him, flew into a passion with him, and vehemently threatened you.
Lewis.But why lock the door?
Counsellor.Does not my father know your passionate temper?—He did it to avoid mischief.
Lewis.And why refuse me that pocket-book?
Counsellor.Aye, the pocket-book—yes—it was forgotten in this confusion: you shall have it—it contains the materials on which the whole project was founded—attestations of your prodigality, of trifling errors artfully perverted into flagrant vices, and such things——
Lewis.Well, well, let me see them, I will have these proofs of his hypocrisy printed—come, come——
Counsellor[at a loss]. Yes—but my father will perhaps be gone out——
Lewis.How? you told me before, he waited for you.
Counsellor.Besides—they are only copies—the originals——
Lewis.No doubt you have those also, as you opened his bureau; shew me those papers.
Counsellor.Don't be so impatient: the originals—they are not amongst them.
Lewis.No?
Counsellor.No!
Lewis[coldly]. Let me see; shew me the papers.
Counsellor.Why will you see them particularlynow?
Lewis[earnestly]. Be so good.
Counsellor.Who can look over them now? all incoherent pieces—thoughts—tracts—odes on despotism—addresses to liberty. It is not worth while.
Lewis[crossing his arms]. It is a very strange refusal.
Counsellor[offended]. Have I deserved such mistrust?
Lewis.Your question would inspire it.
Counsellor.Well, well. [Unlocks a pocket-book; and, as he takes out the papers, slips a small packet into his pocket]. Here—there—and there—that is all—now look at them.
Lewis[looking at the papers]. Yes, yes, all trifles, it is true—poetical dreams—philosophical nonsense—you may take them.
Counsellor.Your behaviour, I must say, offends me much, and I beg to be spared in future——
Lewis.Why, every body would call me a villain, if I proceeded to act against my own brother without full conviction—therefore [with great earnestness] give me that other packet.
Counsellor[thunderstruck]. What—which—what packet?
Lewis.That which you took from the rest, and put into your pocket.
Counsellor.But—why?
Lewis.Out with it!
Counsellor.I will——
Lewis.Out with it, I say. [Counsellor gives the packet; and, while Lewis is reading it, endeavours to put on an air of indifference.]
Lewis[reading]. "Original documents relating to my design: one copy is in my red pocketbook, another in possession of Dr. Arends."——Ha! now we shall soon see clearly.—[Opens the packet and reads] "Attestation of Dr. Aarbach, in behalf of my uncle."—"At the gates of eternity, being still sound in mind though weak in body—in order to relieve my conscience, I declare that I have given wicked and false evidence in the case of your uncle, seduced thereto by bribes, as the inclosed original letters will shew. He was thus declared mad, having never been so, and is treated like a condemned criminal. Pity his old-age, save him, and forgive me, and pray to God to forgive me, to whose righteous judgment I look with deep repentance."——SignedAarbach.
Now for the letters—[opens a paper containing a portrait]. My uncle's portrait! He was my mother's dearest brother, [takes another paper] How! Letters in your father's own hand-writing, full of bribes! [Takes another packet] "Letters of Mr. Verrini at Petersburgh, shewing that the expences of the corn distributed, amounted to only to 20,000 rix-dollars; and the attestations of the clerks employed, shewing that 38,000 were charged." [Looks at another packet] What is this? "My will, in case I should die suddenly." [Opens it] "On condition that my brother Lewis Brook saves and supports my uncle, in case I shall not have done it, I declare him the sole heir of all my property."
Lewis[after a pause, to the Counsellor]. Look at me.
Counsellor[with coldness, and slowly]. Why?
Lewis[with rising passion]. Do you observe nothing?
Counsellor.What? No!
Lewis.You have no presentiment?
Counsellor.Why?
Lewis.Does no secret foreboding tell you, that some, merciful angel comes to bring back a deluded heart?—You see, observe nothing? Approach—feel here—feel how my heart beats—repentance, compassion on my unhappy uncle; and perdition, revenge on you!
Counsellor.What? what, Lewis!
Lewis.You are discovered, villain; you and your father are lost for ever.
Counsellor.Surely you will not—why?
Lewis.From frailties you lead me to faults, from faults to crimes—now you would lead me to horrors——I am esteemed a sharer in your villainy; every body despises me: the worst of criminals will blush at my company.
Counsellor.But you have promised——
Lewis.Silence! sit down—write to your father: tell him the family will make some discoveries. I will have him in my power, to prevent his schemes, and to dictate my will to him.
Counsellor.No, never.
Lewis[drawing his sword]. Write, or in one instant thou art a dead man.
Counsellor[sits down and writes a note. Lewis examines it, and takes it with the other papers]. I see very well, Sir! but triumph not too soon.
Lewis[takes his arm and leads him off].—Go on—What farther we have to say, you may expect——go on. [Exeunt.
Enter MRS. DRAVE and AUGUSTA.
Mrs. D.Was ever such malicious treachery heard of? Should Brook cowardly delay to make use of these proofs, I will develope their crimes myself. [A gentle knock is heard at the door of the room.]