SCENE IX.
Enter Lawyer Wellenberg.
Well. Are you all here?--thank God!
Clar. You are welcome, Mr. Wellenberg.
Well. A chair, a chair. (P. Counsellor reaches a chair.)
Clar. What is the matter with you, pray?
Well. O Heaven! oh!
Fred. What ails you, Sir?
Gern. You make me uneasy.
Soph. Have you spoken with my father?
Well. Yes, yes, yes.
P. Coun. Dear Wellenberg, pray speak plain.
Well. Est necesse, ut remotis testibus loquar.
P. Coun. Dicam ergo aliis ut abeant.
Well. Imo, jubeas, quæso! sunt enim res summi momenti.
P. Coun. Nunquid sane de sponsæ meæ parente?
Well. Quin ita! agitur enim vitæ et animæ salus.
P. Coun. Good folks, leave me a minute alone with this good gentleman.
Clar. Good God!
Soph. It concerns my father.--O Clarenbach!
P. Coun. We will manage all for the best.
Soph. To your compassion, to your filial compassion,--to your duty as a son, to your heart, to every thing I appeal, Clarenbach! You must bring him back to the path of virtue, even against his will. You must, and my gratitude shall be eternal.