Reiss. Give me your word and hand.
Well. My word is sufficient. (Puts the bottle in his pocket.) If you accomplish the conditions, this affair shall be buried in eternal oblivion.
Reiss. All shall be done this very day.
Well. Now go, and inform the people of all the blessings you intend to shower on them.
Reiss. I will grant them every thing, but I cannot tell them the happy effects of our conversation.
Well. It must be so to save appearances.
Reiss. You are right! (Takes a ring from his finger.) Accept this, it is of the first water, worth two hundred Louis d'ors.
Well. The tears of joy that your virtuous daughter will shed are the purest christian water, and sparkle better. Those I will accept, and thank God for the tribulations, for by this he has enabled me to purchase what is good. Now go. I wish you to die well and soon. Thus I discharge the sinner from his terrors and my hands, and recommend him to the hand of the Father of all.--(Reissman slaps his forehead, and exit.)--I think I have done well; at least, I do not know how I could have done better. He has stood before the executioner; if that do not shake and convert him, his good angel will veil his face and fly from him, and then he will soon be hurled whither I would not wish.
SCENE XII.
Enter Master Clarenbach.