But I will love you all—yes my children, I will love you enough to be happy with you. (pausing.) I hope I shall—I think I shall.
Will B. (eagerly.) Yes, you will! yes, you will! if there be one spark of a true man in your breast, you will love them to the last beat of your heart.
Bea. (smiling affectionately on his son.) Get away, stripling! Your warmth interrupts us.
Sea. O no! let him speak!—say all of you what you please to me now: Say any thing that will break the current of my miserable thoughts; for we are at this moment indulging fancies as illusive as those that formerly misled me; even the cottage that we talk of, a peaceful home for my children, is no longer in my power.
Bea. (going up to Morgan.) Now, my friend, this is the time for you to step forth, and make a subdued father and his innocent children happy: bestow your wealth liberally, and the blessings that will fall upon your grey head, shall well reward the toils and dangers that have earn'd it. (Leading him up to Seabright.)
Sea. Ha! what stranger is this? I observed him not before.
Bea. Speak for yourself now, Mr. Morgan, I will do no more for you.
Sea. Mr. Morgan, the uncle of my Caroline!
Mor. Yes, Sir Anthony, and very much disposed, if you will give him leave, to—to love—to befriend
