Soph. Be it, in the name of God!
Reiss. I will shew her who is the man for whom she sacrifices her inheritance.
P. Coun. Then I will inform the world who has made such a man of me; whose contrivance it is, if ever I acted contrary to those principles of honesty this worthy citizen had taught me.
Reiss. What!
Soph. Clarenbach, he is my father!--Clarenbach, where do I stand now?
P. Coun. Would you forsake me, helpless, on the brink of the precipice from which you were just about to snatch me? Do you value my soul less than my honour?
Soph. No, no! I will stay and support you. You have my word; I will not break it.
Reiss. His disgrace shall break it, and distress punish it; you shall never see my face again.
[Exit.
Soph. Father!--