Counsellor. By this means too, I hope to pave the way for my love to Augusta.
Lewis. How so?
Counsellor. Why, what will she do now? Reduced to poverty, she must thank me for my protection. I will procure her a situation with my aunt at Bonn.
Lewis. For shame!
Counsellor. Why so? she is clever—understands music—Depend upon it she will be comfortable. She shall keep the old lady company, and read or sing to her.
Lewis. What a mean fellow you are!
Counsellor. Is not that better than an abandoned life?
Lewis. How? Could I ever drive her to that?
Counsellor. You are like a baby; if you have not playthings, you cry.
Lewis. But dam'me, 'tis downright baseness!