_Chancellor_ [angrily]. Injustice! [composing himself] Young man, young man! _Philip._ I wish to give you warning---- _Chancellor._ I thank you! _Philip._ While it is still time. _Chancellor_ [laughing]. So? and when will it not be time? _Philip_ [looking at his watch]. In half an hour; no more. [Chancellor laughs]. _Philip._ Rouse me not; for your own sake, rouse me not. (Augusta rushes into the Room, and throws herself on her knees before the Chancellor). _Augusta._ Spare my father! for pity's sake, spare my father! _Philip_ [raising her]. What are you doing? _Chancellor._ What is your request? _Augusta_ [hastily rising]. Give me back my father. _Philip._ Compose yourself, Augusta. _Augusta._ We will depart immediately; yes, yes, I promise you we will depart; I know you cannot bear our presence; but give me my father. _Chancellor._ Why did he strike a magistrate? _Philip._ I was witness to the impropriety of this magistrate's conduct. Drave had great reason to be provoked. _Augusta._ Forgive, forgive--Destroy my happiness, my hopes--only my father---- _Philip._ Look at her; behold the anguish of death on her countenance; look at her, and speak. _Chancellor._ Mr. Brook, do not interfere where you have no concern. _Philip._ No concern! I love her. Her father is my guardian. I speak as a son, and warn you that your cruelty and chicanery---- _Chancellor._ And I, young man, warn _you_ that this language---- _Philip._ You shall hear the language of outraged humanity. Suffering innocence calls for a defender; he lives, and possesses both strength and courage. _Chancellor_ [contemptuously]. And who may this defender be? _Philip._ I! [Chancellor laughs.] Answer now. Will you persist? _Chancellor._ Must I answer? _Philip._ Yes, you shall. _Chancellor._ Then good bye, Mr. Brook: go home, and wait for the rest. In the mean time try to recollect yourself a little. _Philip_ [going]. Well then-- _Augusta_ [withholding Philip.] Stay, for God's sake, stay! _Philip_ [turning back]. Believe me, My Lord, I am not acting the Don Quixote. Once more, in the name of justice, for the sake of your conscience, and of the serious trial to which you will one day be inevitably brought, are you resolved to persist? _Chancellor_ [in anger]. I am. _Philip._ I have it in my power to act against you: I shall be a formidable enemy. [Pause] Will you persist? Yes, or no? _Chancellor_ [in a fury]. Yes, yes. _Philip._ The hour of revenge is come; I feel it through all my veins, and I begin---- _Chancellor_ [as before]. Do it, do it---- _Philip._ I shake the building to its foundation. You or I must be crushed beneath the ruins: you exposed to universal hatred and contempt, or I punished as a calumniator. _Chancellor._ It shall be your fate.