_Philip._ Then be it so! The die is cast. The cause of justice animates me; and the remembrance of my uncle's sufferings, gives me redoubled energy.--I--you may know it--I was the man who excited and supported the honest clerk. _Chancellor._ You were? [rings a bell]. _Philip._ He was overpowered. Your crimes were not then ripe: now they are.----In silence I have collected proofs of your treachery, of your cruelty to my uncle, whom you confined for pretended insanity: answer that. Enter Servant.--CHANCELLOR speaks to him. _Augusta._ Oh, Brook, Brook! what are you doing? I beg you---- _Philip._ Let me proceed. He may contrive----I have full conviction of his crimes, and will lay them open to our Prince. _Chancellor._ Go, go, frantic fool! try what your mad dreams can effect there. _Philip._ I will. Our Prince is benevolent and just. What is your support in your crimes? The chain of ceremony?--I break it [Chancellor laughs] I break it: my despair will give me strength--and--before sun-set--woe on thee, and thy house! [Exit hastily with Augusta]. [Chancellor rings the bell, and walks eagerly up and down.--Philip enters surrounded by Officers of Justice.] _Chancellor._ Nearer, Mr. Brook! [To the officers] Leave us till I call. _Philip_ [with firmness]. What have you to say? _Chancellor._ Terrified? Pale? starting eyes? So amazed, conqueror of the world? You have thrown off the mask--I will do the same. [Pause]. Young man, you are too weak to take a grain of this power; a single grain is sufficient to destroy you.--Will you implore my forgiveness, and bind yourself to eternal silence? Then quit the country, and I will forget. _Philip._ No! _Chancellor._ Man, who gave me half an hour's delay, I now give it to you. Answer me; will you submit, or never see the day-light more? _Philip._ Thy banishments, thy imprisonments, will avail nothing, as long as thy sworn enemy lives.--Murder is thy only security, and on that thy coward heart dares not venture. _Chancellor._ Thou art in my hands, worm! Who cares if I trample upon thee? Who dares to rise up against me, possessed, as I am, of the chief authority of the State, and of the confidence of the Prince? What remains to thee, thou poor wretch? _Philip._ My heart. _Chancellor._ Go, grovel in fetters; there wait thy fate, while thy wiser brother laughs at thee. _Philip._ My brother? my brother? Hah! perhaps now--[going towards the door, followed hastily by the Chancellor, who locks it]. Lewis, Lewis! _Chancellor._ Frantic villain! _Philip._ Lewis! Lewis! brother! help! _Chancellor_ [rings the bell and calls]. Stop him, stop him! _Lewis_ [from without]. I will go in! _Philip._ Lewis! Lewis! for the last time, I call, help, help! _Lewis_ [from without]. I come [forcing the door. Constables from the other side. Counsellor and Clerk, with Lewis, enter]. What is the matter?