Christina (joins the cry). Long live Count Helmaar!—join me, Eleonora—long live the good count! long live the poor man’s friend!
{The little children waken, start up, and stretch themselves.}
Eleon. There, you have wakened these poor children.
Ulric. What’s the matter? I dreamed father was shaking hands with me.
Enter Mrs. ULRICA.
Little Kate. Mrs. Ulrica! where am I? I thought I was in my little bed at home—I was dreaming about a purse, I believe.
Mrs. Ulrica. Was it about this purse you were dreaming?—(shows the purse which the children found in the wood)—Come, take it into your little hands, and waken and rouse yourselves, for you must come and give this purse back to the rightful owner; I’ve found him out for you—(Aside to Christina and Eleonora). And now, ladies, if you please to go up into the gallery, you’ll see something worth looking at.
{Exeunt.}
SCENE—A hall in Count HELMAAR’S Castle.—Peasants rising from supper in the back scene.
1st Peasant. Here’s a health to the poor man’s friend; and may every poor man, every poor honest man—and there are none other in Sweden—find as good a friend as Count Helmaar.