Anhalt.
Does he? haſtily] But believe me, the Baron will not perſuade you—No, I am ſure he will not.
Amelia.
I know that.
Anhalt.
He wiſhes that I ſhould aſcertain whether you have an inclination——
Amelia.
For the Count, or for matrimony do you mean?
Anhalt.
For matrimony.
Amelia.
All things that I don’t know, and don’t underſtand, are quite indifferent to me.
Anhalt.
For that very reaſon I am ſent to you to explain the good and the bad of which matrimony is compoſed.
Amelia.
Then I beg firſt to be acquainted with the good.
Anhalt.
When two ſympathetic hearts meet in the marriage ſtate, matrimony may be called a happy life. When ſuch a wedded pair find thorns in their path, each will be eager, for the fake of the other, to tear them from the root. Where they have to mount hills, or wind a labyrinth, the moſt experienced will lead the way, and be a guide to his companion. Patience and love will accompany them in their journey, while melancholy and diſcord they leave far behind.—Hand in hand they paſs on from morning till evening, through their ſummer’s day, till the night of age draws on, and the ſleep of death
