[Going.
Sir Philip. Hold—one word before we part—tell me—I dread to ask it [Aside.]—How came you possessed of this bond?
Henry. A stranger, whose kind benevolence stepped in and saved—
Sir Philip. His name?
Henry. Morrington.
Sir Philip. Fiend! tormenter! has he caught me!—You have seen this Morrington?
Henry. Yes.
Sir Philip. Did he speak of me?
Henry. He did—and of your daughter. "Conjure him," said he, "not to sacrifice the lovely Emma, by a marriage her heart revolts at. Tell him, the life and fortune of a parent are not his own; he holds them but in trust for his offspring. Bid him reflect, that, while his daughter merits the brightest rewards a father can bestow, she is by that father doomed to the harshest fate tyranny can inflict."
Sir Philip. Torture! [With vehemence.] Did he say who caused this sacrifice?