[Exit.
Aga.Alas, poor Gottfried!
Fried. It’s a strange world! Here is a plain, shrewd fellow,
With so much simple sense that when he hears
Of hearts and homes laid waste through misplaced faith,
Uplifts his hands in wonderment to think
That men can be such fools; and, thanking Heaven
That he is not as blind as others are,
He trusts a pretty woman to his friend!
Aga. But see, she comes! Quick! take me hence away.