ELECTOR (finishes his letter and seals it; thereupon he returns
with the letter to the PRINCESS).
Well, well, my little niece, my daughter, wept!
And I, whose place it is to make her glad
Was forced to cloud the heaven of her fair eyes!
[He puts his arm about her.]
Will you go bring the note to him yourself?
NATALIE. How? To the City Hall?
ELECTOR (presses the letter into her hand).
Why not? Ho, lackeys!
[Enter lackeys.]
Go, have the carriage up! Her ladyship
Has urgent business with Colonel Homburg.
[The lackeys go out.]
Now he can thank you for his life forthwith.
[He embraces her.]