Doric. I knew that Devil would discover me. (Aside) I'll leave the house:——I'm covered with confusion. (Going.)
Sir Geo. Stay, Sir—You must not go. 'Twas poorly done, Mr. Doricourt, to affect madness, rather than fulfil your engagements.
Doric. Affect madness!—Saville, what can I do?
Sav. Since you are discovered, confess the whole.
Miss Ogle. Aye, turn Evidence, and save Yourself.
Doric. Yes; since my designs have been so unaccountably discovered, I will avow the whole. I cannot love Miss Hardy—and I will never——
Sav. Hold, my dear Doricourt! be not so rash. What will the world say to such——
Doric. Damn the world! What will the world give me for the loss of happiness? Must I sacrifice my peace, to please the world?
Sir Geo. Yes, every thing, rather than be branded with dishonour.
Lady Fran. Though our arguments should fail, there is a Pleader, whom you surely cannot withstand—the dying Mr. Hardy supplicates you not to forsake his Child.