ACT III.
SCENE I. An open Field.
Frederick alone, with a, few pieces of money which he turns about in his hands.
Frederick.
TO return with this trifle for which I have ſtooped to beg! return to ſee my mother dying! I would rather fly to to the world’s end. [Looking at the money.] What can I buy with this? It is hardly enough to pay for the nails that will be wanted for her coffin. My great anxiety will drive me to diſtraction. However, let the conſequence of our affliction be what it may, all will fall upon my father’s head; and may he pant for Heaven’s forgiveneſs, as my poor mother——[At a diſtance is heard the firing of a gun, then the cry of Halloo, Halloo—Gamekeepers and Sporſmen run acroſs the ſtage—he looks about.] Here they come—a nobleman, I ſuppofe, or a man of fortune. Yes, yes—and I will once more beg for my mother.—May Heaven ſend relief!
Enter the Baron followed ſlowly by the Count. The Baron ſtops.
Baron.
Quick, quick, Count! Aye, aye, that was a blunder indeed. Don’t you ſee the dogs? There they run—they have loſt the ſcent. Exit Baron looking after the dogs.
