RAVENSBANE No, no; I have seen her eyes, they are mine; I have seen her smiles, they are mine; she is mine!
JUSTICE MERTON Consider, one moment consider—you, an illegitimate—and she—oh, think what thou art!
RAVENSBANE [Monotonously, puffing smoke at the end.] I am Lord Ravensbane: Marquis of Oxford, Baron of Wittenberg, Elector of Worms, and Count—
JUSTICE MERTON [Wrenching the pipe from Ravensbane’s hand and lips.] Devil’s child! Boor! Buffoon! [Flinging the pipe away.] I will stand thy insults no longer. If thou hast no heart—
RAVENSBANE [Putting his hand to his side, staggers.] Ah! my heart!
JUSTICE MERTON Hypocrite! Thou canst not fool me. I am thy father.
RAVENSBANE [Faintly, stretching out his hand to him for support.] Father!
JUSTICE MERTON Stand away. Thou mayst break thy heart and mine and the devil’s, but thou shalt not break Rachel’s.
RAVENSBANE [Faintly.] Mistress Rachel is mine— [He staggers again, and falls, half reclining, upon a chair.]
JUSTICE MERTON Good God! Can it be—his heart?