BARON.
[calling]. Here! here! seize and secure him.
[Some of the Gamekeepers run on, lay hold of Frederick, and disarm him.]
FREDERICK.
What have I done!
BARON.
Take him to the castle, and confine him in one of the towers. I shall follow you immediately.
FREDERICK.
One favour I have to beg, one favour only.—I know that I am guilty, and am ready to receive the punishment my crime deserves. But I have a mother, who is expiring for want—pity her, if you cannot pity me—bestow on her relief. If you will send to yonder hut, you will find that I do not impose on you a falsehood. For her it was I drew my sword—for her I am ready to die.
BARON.
Take him away, and imprison him where I told you.
FREDERICK.
[as he is forced off by the keepers]. Woe to that man to whom I owe my birth! [Exit.
BARON.
[calls another Keeper]. Here, Frank, run directly to yonder hamlet, inquire in the first, second, and third cottage for a poor sick woman—and if you really find such a person, give her this purse. [Exit Gamekeeper.]
BARON.
A most extraordinary event!—and what a well-looking youth! something in his countenance and address which struck me inconceivably!—If it is true that he begged for his mother—But if he did——for the attempt upon my life, he must die. Vice is never half so dangerous, as when it assumes the garb of morality. [Exit.]