AMELIA.
Dear father, have you not promised you will not thwart my affections when I marry, but suffer me to follow their dictates.
BARON.
Certainly.
AMELIA.
Do you hear, Mr. Anhalt?
MR. ANHALT.
I beg pardon—I have a person who is waiting for me—I am obliged to retire. [Exit in confusion.
BARON.
[calls after him]. I shall expect you in my closet. I am going there immediately. [Retiring towards the opposite door.]
AMELIA.
Pray, my Lord, stop a few minutes longer; I have something of great importance to say to you.
BARON.
Something of importance! to plead for the young man, I suppose! But that’s a subject I must not listen to. [Exit.
AMELIA.
I wish to plead for two young men—For one, that he may be let out of prison: for the other, that he may be made a prisoner for life. [Looks out.] The tower is still locked. How dismal it must be to be shut up in such a place; and perhaps—[Calls] Butler! Butler! Come this way. I wish to speak to you. This young soldier has risked his life for his mother, and that accounts for the interest I take in his misfortunes.
Enter the BUTLER.
Pray, have you carried anything to the prisoner to eat?