Countess. Why were most battles? But they may lead to glory even through slavery.
Count. And to shame and sorrow.
Countess. Have I lost the little beauty I possessed, that you hold my hand so languidly, and turn away your eyes when they meet mine? It was not so formerly ... unless when first we loved.
That one kiss restores to me all my lost happiness.
Come; the table is ready: there are your old wines upon it: you must want that refreshment.
Count. Go, my sweet children! you must eat your supper before I do.
Countess. Run into your own room for it.
Annabella. I will not go until papa has patted me again on the shoulder, now I begin to remember it. I do not much mind the beard: I grow used to it already: but indeed I liked better to stroke and pat the smooth laughing cheek, with my arm across the neck behind. It is very pleasant even so. Am I not grown? I can put the whole length of my finger between your lips.
Count. And now, will not you come, Wilhelm?
Wilhelm. I am too tall and too heavy: she is but a child. [Whispers.] Yet I think, papa, I am hardly so much of a man but you may kiss me over again ... if you will not let her see it.