SCENE IV.
Enter Master Clarenbach.
Clar. With your permission, gentlemen, I want to speak with my son.
Reiss. By yourselves?
Clar. Hem!--I should think so!
Reiss. Well, then do not let us wait long. (to the Privy Counsellor, half audible.) You have understood, me sufficiently, I think.--Servant, Master Clarenbach. Come along, Counsellor.
[Exeunt.