Chancellor. Why did he strike a magistrate?
Philip. I was witness to the impropriety of this magistrate's conduct. Drave had great reason to be provoked.
Augusta. Forgive, forgive—Destroy my happiness, my hopes—only my father——
Philip. Look at her; behold the anguish of death on her countenance; look at her, and speak.
Chancellor. Mr. Brook, do not interfere where you have no concern.
Philip. No concern! I love her. Her father is my guardian. I speak as a son, and warn you that your cruelty and chicanery——
Chancellor. And I, young man, warn you that this language——
Philip. You shall hear the language of outraged humanity. Suffering innocence calls for a defender; he lives, and possesses both strength and courage.
Chancellor [contemptuously]. And who may this defender be?
Philip. I! [Chancellor laughs.] Answer now. Will you persist?