Clar. It is best so;--it shakes my whole frame,--and my daughter has likewise a claim on my life! Come then once more to this heart, that once delighted in you.--(Embraces him.)
P. Coun. Father!--
Clar. You weep over yourself! God! that it should come to this!--Now farewell; I forgive thee, and so does thy sister. May God take thy wealth from thee, that thou mayest amend, and sometime leave this world in peace!--Farewell! (Attempts to go.)
SCENE XI.
Enter Aulic Counsellor Reissman.
Reiss. Well, we are waiting.
Clar. (pulling his son towards him.) You would take him away from me,--tear him out of my arms,--drag him away!--he is my son, and no father will tamely suffer his son to precipitate himself into perdition. Jack, I will not leave thee, I will not yield thee up!--Thou art mine, nature and thy heart have closely interwoven us together; wilt thou, of thy own accord, leave me?
P. Coun. (throws his arms round him.) No, I cannot;--I will follow you hence!
Clar. God be praised, my son is saved!
[Exeunt arm in arm.--Reissman follows them a few steps, sets his arms a-kembow, and looks after them.