Chancellor. Go, grovel in fetters; there wait thy fate, while thy wiser brother laughs at thee.
Philip. My brother? my brother? Hah! perhaps now—[going towards the door, followed hastily by the Chancellor, who locks it]. Lewis, Lewis!
Chancellor. Frantic villain!
Philip. Lewis! Lewis! brother! help!
Chancellor [rings the bell and calls]. Stop him, stop him!
Lewis [from without]. I will go in!
Philip. Lewis! Lewis! for the last time, I call, help, help!
Lewis [from without]. I come [forcing the door. Constables from the other side. Counsellor and Clerk, with Lewis, enter]. What is the matter?
Counsellor. You villain! To assault me, to accuse your brother, to seek his life!—[To the constables] Off with him! [they seize Philip.]
Philip. No! No! Lewis! [throws a pocket-book to him] Take this book [Couns. snatches the book]. Lewis, your uncle—remember, remember. [Exit with constables.]