Chancellor. Must I answer?
Philip. Yes, you shall.
Chancellor. Then good bye, Mr. Brook: go home, and wait for the rest. In the mean time try to recollect yourself a little.
Philip [going]. Well then—
Augusta [withholding Philip.] Stay, for God's sake, stay!
Philip [turning back]. Believe me, My Lord, I am not acting the Don Quixote. Once more, in the name of justice, for the sake of your conscience, and of the serious trial to which you will one day be inevitably brought, are you resolved to persist?
Chancellor [in anger]. I am.
Philip. I have it in my power to act against you: I shall be a formidable enemy. [Pause] Will you persist? Yes, or no?
Chancellor [in a fury]. Yes, yes.
Philip. The hour of revenge is come; I feel it through all my veins, and I begin——