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.