Baron.
But him?
Amelia.
Yes, him.
Baron.
Very fine indeed! And what was his anſwer?
Amelia.
He talked of my rank in life; of my aunts and couſins; of my grandfather, and great-grandfather; of his duty to you; and endeavoured to perſuade me to think no more of him.
Baron.
He acted honeſtly.
Amelia.
But not politely.
Baron.
No matter.
Amelia.
Dear father! I ſhall never be able to love another—Never be happy with any one elſe. [Throwing herſelf on her knees].
Baron.
Riſe, I command you.
[As ſhe riſes, enter Anhalt].
Anhalt.
My Lord, forgive me! I have ventured, on the privilege of my office, as a miniſter of holy charity, to bring the poor ſoldier, whom your juſtice has arreſted, into the adjoining room; and I preſume to entreat you will admit him to your preſence, and hear his apology, or his ſupplication.
Baron.
Anhalt, you have done wrong. I pity the
