The Nephews: A Play, in Five Acts.

by August Wilhelm Iffland

Lewis. My brother?

Counsellor. God bless me! Mr. Philip.

Clerk [to the Counsellor]. Will you ask My Lord, if agreeable—

Counsellor. Yes, yes, immediately [going]. Astonishing! Mr. Philip here! [Exit.

Lewis. My brother? here! in this house? It is strange.

Clerk. So I think: my curiosity is raised. I never spoke to him.

Counsellor [returning]. Very happy to see him.

Clerk [rings the bell. To a servant who enters] Bid the gentleman walk up.

Lewis. I'll go. I have nothing to do with him.

Counsellor. Well; go awhile to my father. Do you, Mr. Worms, keep him company till my father comes.—He conceives that he is come to intercede. We must try to gain a little time.