Anhalt.
I know not yet the Baron’s intentions: but your ſufferings demand immediate remedy: and one way only is left—Come with me to the caſtle. Do not ſtart—you ſhall be concealed in my apartments till you are called for.
Agatha.
I go to the Baron’s?—No.
Anhalt.
Go for the ſake of your ſon—reflect, that his fortunes may depend upon your preſence.
Agatha.
And he is the only branch on which my hope ſtill bloſſoms: the reſt are withered.—I will forget my wrongs as a woman, if the Baron will atone to the mother—he ſhall have the woman’s pardon, if he will merit the mother’s thanks—[after a ſtruggle]—I will go to the caſtle—for the ſake of my Frederick, go even to his father. But where are my good hoſt and hoſteſs, that I may take leave, and thank them for their kindneſs?
Anhalt.
[taking up the purſe which Agatha had thrown down]. Here, good friend! Good woman!
Enter the Cottager and his Wife.
Wife.
Yes, yes, here am I.
Anhalt.
Good people, I will take your gueſt with me. You have acted an honeſt part, and therefore receive this reward for your trouble. [He offers the purſe to the Cottager, who puts it by, and turns away].
