[The Baron wakes.]
BAUM.
Hush, hush! He starts!
ATTING. (sitting up).
Where is he?
STAUFF.
Who?
ATTING.
He leaves me,—
In my last moments he abandons me.
STAUFF.
He means his nephew. Have they sent for him?
FURST.
He has been summoned. Cheerly, sir! Take comfort!
He has found his heart at last, and is our own.
ATTING.
Say, has he spoken for his native land?
STAUFF.
Ay, like a hero!
ATTING.
Wherefore comes he not,
That he may take my blessing ere I die?
I feel my life fast ebbing to a close.