AGATHA.
Baron Wildenhaim.
FREDERICK.
Baron Wildenhaim! I shall never forget it.—Oh! you are near fainting. Your eyes are cast down. What’s the matter? Speak, mother!
AGATHA.
Nothing particular.—Only fatigued with talking. I wish to take a little rest.
FREDERICK.
I did not consider that we have been all this time in the open road. [Goes to the Inn, and knocks at the door.] Here, Landlord!
LANDLORD re-enters.
LANDLORD.
Well, what is the matter now?
FREDERICK.
Make haste, and get a bed ready for this good woman.
LANDLORD.
[with a sneer]. A bed for this good woman! ha, ha ha! She slept last night in that pent-house; so she may to-night. [Exit, shutting the door.
FREDERICK.
You are an infamous—[goes back to his mother] Oh! my poor mother—[runs to the Cottage at a little distance, and knocks]. Ha! halloo! Who is there?
Enter COTTAGER.