had relieved my heart of every burden, when, a ſecund time, he throws a mountain upon it. Stop, friend conſcience, why do you take his part?—For twenty years thus you have uſed me, and been my torture.
Enter Mr. Anhalt.
Ah! Anhalt, I am glad you are come. My conſcience and myſelf are at variance.
Anhalt.
Your conſcience is in the right.
Baron.
You don’t know yet what the quarrel is.
Anhalt.
Conſcience is always right—becauſe it never ſpeaks unleſs it is ſo.
Baron.
Ay, a man of your order can more eaſily attend to its whiſpers, than an old warrior. The ſound of cannon has made him hard of hearing.—I have found my ſon again, Mr. Anhalt, a fine, brave young man—I mean to make him my heir—Am I in the right ?
Anhalt.
Perfectly.
Baron.
And his mother ſhall live in happineſs—My eſtate, Weldendorf, ſhall be hers—I’ll give it to her, and ſhe ſhall make it her reſidence. Don’t I do right?
Anhalt.
No.
Baron. [ſurprized].
No? And what elſe ſhould I do?
Anhalt. [forcibly].
Marry her.
Baron. [ſtarting].
I marry her!
