ELECTOR (with a turn toward the window).
What? But a moment since—Well, by the gods!
You've found them stables speedily enough.
So much the better! Welcome, then, once more!
Come, say, what brings you here? What is your news?
KOTTWITZ. Sir, this petition from your loyal men.
ELECTOR. Come.
KOTTWITZ. But the words your lips have spoken strike
All my anticipations down to earth.
ELECTOR. Well, then, a word can lift them up again!
[He reads.]
"Petition, begging royal clemency
For our commandant, vitally accused,
The General, Prince Frederick Hessen-Homburg."
[To the officers.]
A noble name, my lords! And not unworthy
Your coming in such numbers to its aid.
[He looks into the document again.]
By whom is the petition?
KOTTWITZ. By myself.