Clar. You are welcome, Mr. Wellenberg.
Well. A chair, a chair. (P. Counsellor reaches a chair.)
Clar. What is the matter with you, pray?
Well. O Heaven! oh!
Fred. What ails you, Sir?
Gern. You make me uneasy.
Soph. Have you spoken with my father?
Well. Yes, yes, yes.
P. Coun. Dear Wellenberg, pray speak plain.
Well. Est necesse, ut remotis testibus loquar.