altered looks! Frederick muſt be my mediator,—Where is he? Where is my ſon? Now I am ready—my heart is prepared to receive her—Haſte! haſte! Bring her in.
[He looks ſedfaſtly at the door—Anhalt leads on Agatha—The Baron runs and claſps her in his arms—Supported by him, ſhe ſinks on a chair which Amelia places in the middle of the ſtage—The Baron kneels by her ſide, holding her hand.]
Baron.
Agatha, Agatha, do you know this voice?
Agatha.
Wildenhaim.
Baron.
Can you forgive me?
Agatha.
I forgive you. [embracing him].
Frederick [as he enters].
I hear the voice of my mother!—Ha! mother! father!
[Frederick throws himſelf on his knees by the other ſide of his mother—She claſps him in her arms.—Amelia is placed on the ſide of her father attentively viewing Agatha—Anhalt ſtands on the ſide of Frederick with his hands gratefully raiſed to Heaven.]——The curtain ſowly drops.
END.
