[Exit with Soldier.
Gott. (amazed). Pain!
Aga.Nay—be not distressed,
All may be well.
Gott. (with sudden eagerness). She lives?
Aga.Yes, yes! she lives!
(To Friedrich.) Oh, come away—I dare not tell him more!
Gott. Why, how is this? A curse upon the fools!
Where are their tongues? Is aught amiss with her?
At the bare thought of it my heart stands still!