The prince and baron last, and together.
Prin. (aside to the baron.) That is her history? You have imparted all?
Bar. That—that is Agnes Lindorf's story.
Prin. And none—none know it!
Bar. None—I've kept it secret, even from herself; because, at first the circumstance exciting interest, I fear'd to lose what might supply a daughter's loss; and, since not wishing to increase an orphan's suffering—
Prin. (starting, on seeing Agnes.) Behold again! again it flashes on my mind full confirmation. Take, take her from my sight! Yet, no—that may create suspicion, and Walbourg! Walbourg will, ere long, return. Oh! were he come! for every moment is an age, till I'm secure! [half aside.
Bar. Walbourg! gone! where my liege?
Prin. (angrily.) No matter, Sir—let the dread interval be filled with these your care-destroying sports. Come, strike!
[Prince and baron seat themselves, and the other characters are ranged on each side the stage.
Dance.