Chancellor. Yes, fortunately.
Mrs. D. [embracing Drave.] Now, now, you may kill us—separate us you cannot—never—
Mr. D. Who shall dare that?
Chancellor. The jail.
Mr. D. What? am I not released by your warrant?
Chancellor. By an extorted warrant. You would bring me to contempt and shame; but I will have ample revenge.
(Servant endeavouring to hold the Old Man, while
the Clerk tries to tear him away from him).
Clerk. Villain! let him go!
Mr. D. Merciful God! the old Gronau!
Old Man. Drave, it is your voice—help, save me!