Soon you will know. [Loudly.] But I tell you now, don't bear any more children until they promise you there will be no more war.
Hertz: [Suddenly appearing. Amelia follows.]
I heard you. I declare you under arrest. Come with me. You will be shot for treason.
Mother: [Fearfully, drawing him aside.]
Don't say that, sir. Wait. Oh, no, you can't do that!
[She gets out her work-basket, and shows him the baby things she has been knitting, and glances significantly at Hedwig. A horrid smile comes into the man's face. Hedwig, snatches the things and crushes them to her breast as if sacrilege had been committed.]
Hertz:
Is this true? You expect—
Hedwig: [Proudly, scornfully.]
You will not shoot me if I give you a soldier for your empire and your armies and your guns, will you, Herr Captain?