Mrs. D. Brook! for God's sake!
Augusta. My noble suffering friend, why on me——
Philip. Let me go!—
Augusta. Leave me not without hopes, that all the affection of a brother, of a sister, may content you.
Philip. I can no more——
Augusta. Do not leave me, till you know how much I value——
Philip. Upon you I had placed my hopes. You would have endeared life to me again.—The dream is fled.—Well—I will hide my sufferings in retirement, and wait with patience for the hour which shall end all my afflictions.
[Exeunt omnes.