Gern. He threatened me!
Fred. And you?
Gern. I curbed my passion. He bid me be gone,--and I shall not trouble him again.
Fred. And what do you intend to do as to the forest?
Gern. My duty.
Fred. (draws back her hand.) Oh!
Gern. Yes, yes! It will cost me your hand, I foresee.
Fred. Never!--my affection is fixed, and can never be diverted from the dear object.--Your complaisance--
Gern. I have been complaisant, as far as laid in my power. I cannot be so at the expence of my duty.
Fred. I do not insist on that either. But,--but--