NATALIE. Oh, dearest, is it really true?
ELECTOR. You heard.
NATALIE. You will forgive him? And he need not die?
ELECTOR. Upon my word! I swear it! How shall I
Oppose myself to such a warrior's judgment?
Within my heart of hearts, as you know well,
I deeply do esteem his inner sense;
If he can say the verdict is unjust,
I cancel the indictment; he is free!
[He brings her a chair.]
Will you sit here and wait a little while?
[He goes to the table, seats himself and writes. Pause.]
NATALIE (softly).
Why dost thou knock so at thy house, my heart?
ELECTOR (writing).
The Prince is over in the Castle?
NATALIE. Pardon!
He has returned to his captivity.