Amelia.
A good man in every country, except England.
Count.
And give me the Engliſh good man, before that of any other nation.
Baron.
And of what nation would you prefer your good woman to be, Count?
Count.
Of Germany, [bowing to Amelia.]
Amelia.
In compliment to me?
Count.
In juſtice to my own judgment.
Baron.
Certainly. For have we not an inſtance of one German woman, who poſſeſſes every virtue that ornaments the whole ſex; whether as a woman of illuſtrious rank, or in the more exalted character of a wife, and a mother?
Enter Mr. Anhalt.
Anhalt.
I come by your command, Baron——
Baron.
Quick, Count.—Get your elegant gun.—I paſs your apartments, and will ſoon call for you.
Count.
I fly.—Beautiful Amelia, it is a ſacrifice I make to your father, that I leave for a few hours his amiable daughter. [Exit.
Baron.
My dear Amelia, I think it ſcarcely neceſſary to ſpeak to Mr. Anhalt, or that he ſhould ſpeak to you,
