trampled on me—I trample on his repreſentative. [Throws the purſe on the ground.]
Anhalt.
Be patient—I give you my word, that when the Baron ſent this preſent to an unfortunate woman, for whom her ſon had ſupplicated, he did not know that woman was Agatha.
Agatha.
My ſon? what of my ſon?
Anhalt.
Do not be alarmed—The Baron met with an affectionate ſon, who begged for his ſick mother, and it affected him.
Agatha.
Begged of the Baron! of his father!
Anhalt.
Yes; but they did not know each other; and the mother received the preſent on the ſon’s account.
Agatha.
Did not know each other? Where is my ſon?
Anhalt.
At the Caſtle.
Agatha.
And ſtill unknown?
Anhalt.
Now he is known—an explanation has taken place;—and I am ſent here by the Baron, not to a ſtranger, but to Agatha Friburg—not with gold! his commiſſion was—“do what your heart directs you.”
Agatha.
How is my Frederick? How did the Baron receive him?
