Frederick.
If you have a charitable heart, give me one dollar.
Baron.
This is the firſt time I was ever dictated by a beggar what to give him.
Frederick.
With one dollar you will ſave a diſtracted man.
Baron.
I don’t chooſe to give any more. Count, go on.
Frederick.
Your purſe, or your life.
Baron [calling].
Here! here! ſeize and ſecure him.
Frederick.
What have I done!
Baron.
Take him to the caſtle, and confine him in one of the towers. I ſhall follow you immediately.
Frederick.
One favour I have to beg, one favour only.—I know that I am guilty, and am ready to receive the puniſhment my crime deſerves. But I have a mother, who is expiring for want—pity her, if you cannot pity me—beſtow on her relief. If you will ſend to yonder hut, you will find that I do not impoſe on you a falſehood. For her it was I drew my ſword—for her I am ready to die.
Baron.
Take him away, and impriſon him where I told you.
