Clar. Concerns? I am as anxious for your honour as I am for your life! Do not you bear my name, which has always been as good as the best bond, in this place, time out of mind? Are not you my son? Are not you the representative of our sovereign? Is not the least stain visible on your ermine? Is it, or is it not true, Jack?--No, no, I say; it is impossible, it cannot be true!
P. Coun. It is possible; it is so, but done in a manner which cannot--
Clar. Do not speak, I will not know it. I---I--cannot (going from him) look on you. Is that your wisdom! your honour! your integrity! Have I, therefore,--well,--if matters are so with you, then do as you like; enquire no more after me, come no more to see me; you ought to be ashamed of yourself, in the presence of your honest father. Farewell, Jack; repent and amend. I will visit you no more, till you have altered your ways, and divided your cursed mammon among the poor. Live on your honest earnings; then come to me, tender me a clean hand, and I will bless you. (Exit.)
SCENE V.
Privy Counsellor, (alone.)
P. Coun. Whimsical, honest man!--Whoever is forced up to the giddy summit, must hold as fast as he can, and by what he can.
SCENE IV.
Enter Counsellor Selling.
P. Coun. What part of the world have you come from Selling?
Sell. From Miss Frederica.