AGATHA.
What you have said has made my heart overflow—where will this end?
MR. ANHALT.
I know not yet the Baron’s intentions: but your sufferings demand immediate remedy: and one way only is left—Come with me to the castle. Do not start—you shall be concealed in my apartments till you are called for.
AGATHA.
I go to the Baron’s?—No.
MR. ANHALT.
Go for the sake of your son—reflect, that his fortunes may depend upon your presence.
AGATHA.
And he is the only branch on which my hope still blossoms: the rest are withered.—I will forget my wrongs as a woman, if the Baron will atone to the mother—he shall have the woman’s pardon, if he will merit the mother’s thanks—[after a struggle]—I will go to the castle—for the sake of my Frederick, go even to his father. But where are my good host and hostess, that I may take leave, and thank them for their kindness?
MR. ANHALT.
[taking up the purse which Agatha had thrown down]. Here, good friend! Good woman!
Enter the COTTAGER and his WIFE.
WIFE.
Yes, yes, here I am.
MR. ANHALT.
Good people, I will take your guest with me. You have acted an honest part, and therefore receive this reward for your trouble. [He offers the purse to the Cottager, who puts it by, and turns away].
MR. ANHALT.
[to the Wife]. Do you take it.