Mr. D. And God above, the father of innocent sufferers.
(Enter a Servant hastily).
Serv. For God's sake, Sir, what has happened? there are two men come to arrest you.
Mr. D. Whom?
Serv. You! A writ from the Chancellor.
Mr. D. That is too much.
Philip. Too much? No! just enough; exactly what I wanted! [With coldness] Go, in the name of God!
Mr. D. So publicly! 'tis hard.—Fortune, character, perhaps life——all in one day——Well, well, take it wretch, and God forgive thee!——[embraces his wife and daughter]. Brook, support my wife and child—[leaving them]. Soon, soon, we shall meet again! [Exit.
[Mrs. Drave and Augusta following him].
Philip [stopping them]. Stay; you must be composed. Go into your own room; promise me not to leave it.