GRIMM. Are you beside yourself? Would you let the remembrances of your boyish years school you now?
CHARLES (lays his head upon the breast of GRIMM). Brother! Brother!
GRIMM. Come! Don't play the child—I pray you
CHARLES. Oh that I were-that I were again a child!
GRIMM. Fie! fie!
SCHWARZ. Cheer up! Behold this smiling landscape—this delicious evening!
CHARLES. Yes, friends, this world is very lovely—
SCHWARZ. Come, now, that was well said.
CHARLES. This earth so glorious!—
GRIMM. Right—right—I love to hear you talk thus.