Maria. It’s lucky you just happened to come to-day. A few Dutch soldiers arrived not long ago, who will be quite ready to escort you to a safe place, if you prefer not to stay here any longer.
Van Werve. My comrades! Oh, where are they? Take me to them.
Maria. I will call them,—or—wait—I think I hear them coming.
Enter Edeling.
Maria. What, alone, Lieutenant? Where are the rest?
Edeling. They have gone on with the oxen. I found I had left my cloak here. But whom do I see?
Van Werve. The voice seems familiar.
Clara (hastens to him). Edeling!
Edeling. Clara!—Mijnheer van Werve!...
Van Werve. So you’ve enlisted, Edeling? Well done, my boy! That is what I should have expected of a true-born Dutchman like yourself!