Baron.
For Heaven’s ſake ſpare your congratulations. The old Butler, in coming up ſtairs, has already overwhelmed me with them.
Anhalt.
Then, it is true, my Lord? I could hardly believe the old man.
Amelia.
And the young priſoner, with all his honeſt looks, is a robber?
Baron.
He is; but I verily believe for the firſt and laſt time. A moſt extraordinary event, Mr. Anhalt. This young man begged; then drew his ſword upon me; but he trembled ſo, when he ſeized me by the breaſt, a child might have overpowered him. I almoſt wiſh he had made his eſcape—this adventure may coſt him his life, and I might have preſerved it with one dollar: but, now, to ſave him would ſet a bad example.
Amelia.
Oh no! my lord, have pity on him! Plead for him, Mr. Anhalt!
Baron.
Amelia, have you had any converſation with Mr. Anhalt?
Amelia.
Yes, my Lord.
Baron.
Reſpecting matrimony?
Amelia.
Yes; and I have told him——
Anhalt. [very haſtily].
According to your commands, Baron——
