The king walked up and down in silence, and his countenance assumed
an angry and threatening appearance. "This struggle must be brought
to a close, and that speedily. My brother must submit to my
authority. Go and watch his movements; as soon as he leaves, come to
me."

Long after Pollnitz had left him, the king paced his chamber in deep
thought. "Poor Henry! I dare not sympathize with you; you are a
king's son--that means a slave to your position. Why has Providence
given hearts to kings as to other men? Why do we thirst so for love?
as the intoxicating drink is always denied us, and we dare not drink
it even when offered by the most bewitching enchantress!"

Involuntarily his eye rested upon the beautiful picture of
Barbarina. But he would have no pity with himself, as he dared not
show mercy to his brother. Seizing the silver bell, he rang it
hastily.

"Take that picture from the wall, and carry it immediately to the
inspector, and tell him to hang it in the picture-gallery," said
Frederick.

He looked on quietly as the servant took the picture down and
carried it from the room, then sighed and gazed long at the plane
where it had hung.

"Empty and cold! The last token of my youth is gone! I am now the
king, and, with God's blessing, will be the father of my people."