FÜRST.
I who need comfort—can I comfort her?
Does every sorrow centre on my head?
HEDWIG (forcing her way in).
Where is my child? unhand me! I must see him.
STAUFF.
Be calm! Reflect, you're in the house of death!
HEDWIG (falling upon her boy's neck).
My Walter! Oh, he yet is mine!
WALTER.
Dear mother!