KARL.
I came to give you liberty.
SOPHIA.
How?
KARL.
By flight.
SOPHIA.
Where?
KARL.
To Saxony.
SOPHIA.
With whom!
KARL.
The only one who loves you.
SOPHIA.
Name him.
KARL.
Behold him at your feet!
SOPHIA.
What mockery is this? Mark me, Karl: I am a weak, friendless, unprotected girl.
If your sex is strong, mine is resolute. Abandon your present designs—give up this
useless suit, and cease to persecute the innocent.