FREDERICK.
I would with all my heart: but at this present moment my sorrows are too great.—[Baron gives something.] I entreat your pardon. What you have been so good as to give me is not enough.
BARON.
[surprised]. Not enough!
FREDERICK.
No, it is not enough.
COUNT.
The most singular beggar I ever met in all my travels.
FREDERICK.
If you have a charitable heart, give me one dollar.
BARON.
This is the first time I was ever dictated by a beggar what to give him.
FREDERICK.
With one dollar you will save a distracted man.
BARON.
I don’t choose to give any more. Count, go on.
[Exit Count—as the Baron follows, Frederick seizes him by the breast and draws his sword.]
FREDERICK.
Your purse, or your life.