Enter FREDERICK—He is dressed in a German soldier’s uniform, has a knapsack on his shoulders, appears in high spirits, and stops at the door of the inn.
FREDERICK.
Halt! Stand at ease! It is a very hot day—A draught of good wine will not be amiss. But first let me consult my purse. [Takes out a couple of pieces of money, which he turns about in his hand.] This will do for a breakfast—the other remains for my dinner; and in the evening I shall be home. [Calls out] Ha! Halloo! Landlord! [Takes notice of Agatha, who is leaning against the tree.] Who is that? A poor sick woman! She don’t beg; but her appearance makes me think she is in want. Must one always wait to give till one is asked? Shall I go without my breakfast now, or lose my dinner? The first I think is best. Ay, I don’t want a breakfast, for dinner time will soon be here. To do good satisfies both hunger and thirst. [Going towards her with the money in his hand.] Take this, good woman.
[She stretches her hand for the gift, looks steadfastly at him, and cries out with astonishment and joy.]
AGATHA.
Frederick!
FREDERICK.
Mother! [With astonishment and grief.] Mother! For God’s sake what is this! How is this! And why do I find my mother thus? Speak!
AGATHA.
I cannot speak, dear son! [Rising and embracing him.] My dear Frederick! The joy is too great—I was not prepared—
FREDERICK.
Dear mother, compose yourself: [leans her head against his breast] now, then, be comforted. How she trembles! She is fainting.
AGATHA.
I am so weak, and my head so giddy—I had nothing to eat all yesterday.
FREDERICK.
Good heavens! Here is my little money, take it all! Oh mother! mother! [Runs to the inn]. Landlord! Landlord! [knocking violently at the door.]
LANDLORD.
What is the matter?