Anhalt.
What can this mean?—I do not comprehend—
Baron.
He is my ſon!—He is my ſon!—Go, Anhalt,—adviſe me—help me—Go to the poor woman, his mother—He can ſhow you the way—make haſte—ſpeed to protect her——
Anhalt.
But what am I to——
Baron.
Go.—Your heart will tell you how to act [Exit Anhalt.] [Baron diſtractedly.] Who am I? What am I? Mad—raving—no—I have a ſon—A ſon! The braveſt—I will—I muſt—oh! [with tenderneſs.] Why have I not embraced him yet? [increaſing his voice.] why not preſſed him to my heart? Ah! ſee—[looking after him]—He flies from the caſtle—Who’s there? Where are my attendants? [Enter two ſervants]. Follow him—bring the priſoner back. But obſerve my command—treat him with reſpect—treat him as my ſon—and your maſter. [Exit.
