MANLY. Sir George, I honour your feelings; and as for the feelings of these gentlemen, I am extremely happy, that it is in my power to dry up their tears, and calm all their sorrows. SIR GEORGE. Sir! BLACKMAN. How? In what way? MANLY. (_Going to the door where_ WILLFORD _and his niece are_.) Come forth, young lady, to the arms of a brother, and relieve the anguish of these mourners, who are lamenting your decease. (ELEANOR _and_ WILLFORD _enter_)--Yes, Sir George, here is that sister, whom those gentlemen assure us, is dead;--and this is the brother of your father.--These are proofs, as convincing, I hope, as any Mr. Blackman can produce. SIR GEORGE. She, my sister! Her pretended father my uncle too! (_Aside_) Blackman, you would have plunged me into an anguish I never knew before; you would have plunged me into shame. BLUNTLY. And so you _have_ me. BLACKMAN. Pshaw.--Mr. Manly, notwithstanding you are these people's voucher, this appears but a scheme.--These persons are but adventurers, and may possibly have about them forgeries, such as an honest man, like myself, would shudder at. MANLY. [_Going to the door._ Who's there? [_Enter Servant._] Shew that--that Mr. Blackman, out of my house instantly; and take care you never admit him again. BLACKMAN. Sir George, will you suffer this? SIR GEORGE. Aye, and a great deal more. BLUNTLY. Look'ee Blackman.--If you don't fall down upon your knees, and beg my pardon at the street door, for the trick you have put upon me, in assuring me my master's sister was really dead, and that I could do her no injury, by doing him a service--if you don't beg my pardon for this, I'll give you such an assault and battery as you never had to do with in your life. BLACKMAN. Beat me--do, beat me--I'll thank you for beating me--I'd be beat every hour of the day, to recover damages. [_Exit with_ BLUNTLY. SIR GEORGE. My sister--with the sincerest joy I call you by that name--and while I thus embrace you, offer you a heart, that beats with all the pure and tender affection, which our kindred to each other claims.--In you (_embracing his uncle_) I behold my father; and experience an awful fear, mingled with my regard. WILLFORD. Continue still that regard, and even that fear--these filial sentiments may prove important; and they shall ever be repaid with my paternal watchings, friendship, and love. ELEANOR. My brother---- SIR GEORGE. I have been unworthy of you--I will be so no more, but imitate your excellence. Yet, when I reflect---- [LADY CAROLINE _comes softly from the inner apartment, and attends to the discourse_. ELEANOR. My brother, do not imagine---- SIR GEORGE. Leave me, leave me to all the agonies of my misconduct.--Where is my fortune? Now _all_ irrecoverably gone--My last, my only resource is now to be paid to another--I have lost every thing.