W. S. Gilbert,
Original Plays, Second Series
“ Oh, Dan’l Druce, give me thy pardon! Dorothy, for the sake of the Dorothy who is dead, give me thy pardon!Enter Dan’l Druce.Master Druce, Heaven has interposed to save me from unwittingly working on thee a deep and bitter injury. Take the child that is thine own in the eye of God and of man. As she has been thy daughter hitherto, so shall she be thy daughter to the end!Dan. (amazed) . Why, sir—Dorothy, my child—is he not goin’ to take thee from me?Jas. I have no right with her. She is thine, to bless thine old age, and to bring thee comfort to the very last. ”
