Both. When a little farm we keep, &c.
Chris. Charming! delightful!
Ul. Very! only you forget one thing: you forget we are both locked up; and if aunt finds us together, it will make bad so much worse. Mercy on me! how could you get in here?
Chris. Mercy on me! how am I to get out here? and my time's up with the count!
Ul. What count?
Chris. Why, mother, who formerly got this ungrateful aunt made housekeeper to old count Roland, you know, has lately got me into the young count's retinue; and he is killing game in the neighbouring woods, and I'm (noise of unlocking the door) killed myself! Oh, Lord! there's only one chance: aunt cant know me—she has'nt seen me since I became a man; but then, you, cousin! if I am a man! shall I, like a base selfish—No—it mounts!—the Roland blood mounts high within me. Noise.
Ul. Hush! I rely on him they select to be my husband. His heart's elsewhere; and by securing your own escape now, you may hereafter effect mine. [Stage door opens.] The baron! our enraged host! Now! what's to be done now? [Christopher retires up the stage.
Enter Baron Ravensburg and Oliver.
Oliver. I tell you, my lord, I'm sure Agnes will be found innocent—but I'm silent.
Baron. Be silent, then. And for you, madam, I came to tell you that the priest is sent for, and my son is sent for; and I shan't stir out of this room till I witness the glorious union of the Rolands and the Ravensburgs.