Servant. Where, Madam?
Mrs. D. I don't know—any where.
Servant. I'll take him to my mother's.
Mrs. D. Well, well.—[Old Man led off by Augusta and Frederick—Mrs. Drave and Rose going off on the opposite side].
Old Man [as he is going]. You leave me; you will betray me; I have nothing except these grey hairs.
[As Mrs. Drave and Rose are going out at the door,
they meet the Chancellor's Clerk.)
Clerk. Stop; where are you going?
Mr. R. Where an honest man is sacrificed by villains.
Clerk. A few words, Madam, if you please.
Mrs. D. Let me go, Sir! do not rob my suffering husband of his only comfort—let me go.