Chancellor [as before]. Do it, do it——
Philip. I shake the building to its foundation. You or I must be crushed beneath the ruins: you exposed to universal hatred and contempt, or I punished as a calumniator.
Chancellor. It shall be your fate.
Philip. Then be it so! The die is cast. The cause of justice animates me; and the remembrance of my uncle's sufferings, gives me redoubled energy.—I—you may know it—I was the man who excited and supported the honest clerk.
Chancellor. You were? [rings a bell].
Philip. He was overpowered. Your crimes were not then ripe: now they are.——In silence I have collected proofs of your treachery, of your cruelty to my uncle, whom you confined for pretended insanity: answer that.
Enter Servant.—CHANCELLOR speaks to him.
Augusta. Oh, Brook, Brook! what are you doing? I beg you——
Philip. Let me proceed. He may contrive——I have full conviction of his crimes, and will lay them open to our Prince.
Chancellor. Go, go, frantic fool! try what your mad dreams can effect there.