It is nearly up with me! Give me your hand on it, that you will not cast off your daughter—do you hear?—will not cast her off, if she—
ANTONY.
That is strange talk! Why should I, pray—Ha! My eyes are opening!—Was
I right after all in suspecting?—
SECRETARY.
Give me your hand!
ANTONY.
No!
[He puts both hands into his pockets.]
But I will clear the way for her—she knows that! I have told her so.
SECRETARY (horrified).