Mr. D. How!
Mr. R. Yes. My unfeeling child brought me to despair—God bless you!
Mr. D. Unhappy father!
Mr. R. When your last hour approaches, may this action insure your repose!—Many a distressed heart have you comforted—many tears have you wiped away.—Your kindness to me—oh, on that day when Virtue shall triumph, merciful God! let it be rewarded! [Exit.
END OF THE THIRD ACT.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.
A small Room at Mr. Drave's.
Mrs. DRAVE and AUGUSTA.
Mrs. D. I know not how to act. My husband suffers, and I am too much affected myself, to be able to afford him consolation—Oh, this Brook! who would have thought him so mean?