Chancellor [laughing]. So? and when will it not be time?
Philip [looking at his watch]. In half an hour; no more. [Chancellor laughs].
Philip. Rouse me not; for your own sake, rouse me not.
(Augusta rushes into the Room, and throws herself on her knees before the Chancellor).
Augusta. Spare my father! for pity's sake, spare my father!
Philip [raising her]. What are you doing?
Chancellor. What is your request?
Augusta [hastily rising]. Give me back my father.
Philip. Compose yourself, Augusta.
Augusta. We will depart immediately; yes, yes, I promise you we will depart; I know you cannot bear our presence; but give me my father.