Poly. Never expect from me either pardon or indulgence. Had you indeed formed such a bond of union as might without a blush have been acknowledged, it is possible I might—
Charles. What, sir! would you have sanctioned our marriage? Obtained for us my father’s pardon, his approbation?
Poly. In that case, perhaps, I would have interfered in your behalf; for marriage is a sacred contract, and must be respected: but, as it is—
Charles. (Joyfully.) Then my worthy Mentor, my best of friends, be comforted: I am married.
Poly. (Struck with astonishment.) Married!
Charles. I am, I am. Marriage, as you say, is a sacred contract; and, by your own shewing, you are bound to assist us.
Poly. Married! So vigilant as I have been, yet has he contrived to—I must at once reveal this to your father. (Going.)
Charles. And your oath!
Poly. Oh!
Charles. Betray me, and my life, my dear wife’s too, may become a sacrifice. But no, you will not; for your own sake, you dare not. Upon you alone will fall the blame.—Under whose especial care have I been placed? Yours. Whose duty was it to watch over my conduct? Yours. Whose vigilance was at fault when I could contrive a secret marriage? Yours. My father has made you responsible for my actions: ergo: it is against you alone that my father will manifest his displeasure at my misconduct.