Baron [angrily].
Yes.
Anhalt.
You pledged your honour?
Baron [confuſed].
Yes.
Anhalt.
Called God to witneſs?
Baron [more confuſed].
Yes.
Anhalt.
The witneſs you called at that time was the Being who ſees you now. What you gave in pledge was your honour, which you muſt redeem. Therefore thank Heaven that it is in your power to redeem it. By marrying Agatha the ranſom’s made: and ſhe brings a dower greater than any princeſs can beſtow—peace to your conſcience. If you then eſteem the value of this portion, you will not heſitate a moment to exclaim,—Friends, wiſh me joy, I will marry Agatha.
[Baron, in great agitation, walks backwards and forwards, then takes Anhalt by the hand.]
Baron.
Friend, wiſh me joy I will marry Agatha.”
Anhalt.
I do wiſh you joy.
Baron.
Where is ſhe?
Anhalt.
In the caſtle—in my apartments here—I conducted her through the garden, to avoid curioſity.
Baron.
Well, then, this is the wedding-day. This very evening you ſhall give us your bleſſing.
