Col. Grayling, will you quit the room?
Gray. No!
Col. Then expect to lose—
Gray. Lose! and what can I lose? hasn’t he all that I could lose?
Col. What do you mean?
Gray. Ask Lucy—the wood, Lucy, the wood.
Gwin. Wretch! dare you beneath her uncle’s roof—
Gray. Dare I? you have among you awakened the wolf within my heart, and beware how it snaps.
Col. This is needless; good Grayling leave us.
Gray. Good, and you think I am to be hushed with fair words like a child, whilst he, that thief, for he has stolen from me all that made life happy, whilst he bears away Lucy and leaves and broken hearted.