P. Coun. By heaven, very welcome!
Well. Then give me the embrace of a good man, (Privy Counsellor goes to embrace him,) without touching my hands, which at this present time labour under the chiragra. (Embraces him.) So our town has doubted your humanity, and been of opinion that it is detained as a prisoner in a gold purse.--You blush;--well, that for a Privy Counsellor is a good sign; I will circulate it among the multitude. Now my argumentum is, that--
SCENE VI.
Enter Aulic Counsellor Reissman.
Reiss. Ay, see there our old honest friend Wellenberg. (Shakes him by the hand.)
Well. Oh!--oh dear, oh dear! that God--
Reiss. What is the matter?
Well. (puts one hand in his bosom.) Quoad, old and honest? Yes, Quoad, friend?--The status amicitiæ case cannot exist; for, if that were the case, you ought to have known that I am afflicted with the chiragra, and not to have squeezed my hands so as to make me cry out in such harsh tones, for which I ought to crave, and do crave, pardon of my most honoured Sir.
P. Coun. A particular circumstance has taken place. The gentleman thinks he has found an argument that will invalidate the sentence pronounced in the cause of the disputed legatees, and re-instate the heirs of Brunnig in that property.
Reiss. What?