SCENE II.
Enter Servant.
Serv. Grobman, the ironmonger.
Reiss. Very well, very well; shew him in.
[Exit Servant.
Reiss. (to Sophia.) You may retire, go!
Soph. Your commands.
[Exit.
Reiss. Fie upon him! a creature that I raised from obscurity!--a fellow, who eight years ago was a petty fogger, whom I have raised to the rank of a Privy Counseller!--I was a fool when I did so;--such a fellow soar over my head! (Stamps with his foot.) I would sooner see the whole frame of nature dissolve. I will not lose sight of my object; I will proceed with spirit and caution. I have raised the useless pile, I will pull it down again.