Reiss. Well, then, I will give up the legacy at once.
Well. Further--
Reiss. What can I do more?
Well. Resign your office, that the corroding canker may be removed from the breast of my country.
Reiss. But--
Well. God and man demand that I should utter this language.
Reiss. I will, I will.
Well. Consent to the Privy Counsellor's marriage, and do not disinherit your virtuous daughter. All these points must be reduced to writing, and signed by you this very day; then I will remain silent, and spare you, that mercy in turn may be shewn to me.
Reiss. I will. Let the seal of silence be placed for ever on your lips.
Well. Forever!