Anhalt.
No.
Agatha.
Then you are not acquainted with my narrative?
Anhalt.
Should I find you to be the perſon whom I have long been in ſearch of, your hiſtory is not altogether unknown to me.
Agatha.
“That you have been in ſearch of!” Who gave you ſuch a commiſſion?
Anhalt.
A man, who, if it ſo prove, is much concerned for your misfortunes.
Agatha.
How? Oh, Sir! tell me quickly—Whom do you think to find in me?
Anhalt.
Agatha Friburg.
Agatha.
Yes, I am that unfortunate woman; and the man who pretends to take concern in my misfortunes is——Baron Wildenhaim——he who betrayed me, abandoned me and my child, and killed my parents.—He would now repair our ſufferings with this purſe of gold. [Takes out the purſe.] Whatever may be your errand, Sir, whether to humble, or to protect me, it is alike indifferent. I therefore requeſt you to take this money to him who ſent it. Tell him, my honour has never been ſaleable. Tell him, deſtitute as I am, even indigence will not tempt me to accept charity from my ſeducer. He deſpiſed my heart—I deſpiſe his gold. He has
