and stops at the door of the inn.

FREDERICK. Halt! Stand at ease! It is a very hot day--A draught of
good wine will not be amiss. But first let me consult my purse.
[Takes out a couple of pieces of money, which he turns about in his
hand.] This will do for a breakfast--the other remains for my dinner;
and in the evening I shall be home. [Calls out] Ha! Halloo!
Landlord! [Takes notice of Agatha, who is leaning against the tree.]
Who is that? A poor sick woman! She don't beg; but her appearance
makes me think she is in want. Must one always wait to give till one
is asked? Shall I go without my breakfast now, or lose my dinner? The
first I think is best. Ay, I don't want a breakfast, for dinner time
will soon be here. To do good satisfies both hunger and thirst.
[Going towards her with the money in his hand.] Take this, good woman.

[She stretches her hand for the gift,
looks steadfastly at him,
and cries out with astonishment and joy.]

AGATHA. Frederick!

FREDERICK. Mother! [With astonishment and grief.] Mother! For God's
sake what is this! How is this! And why do I find my mother thus?
Speak!

AGATHA. I cannot speak, dear son! [Rising and embracing him.] My
dear Frederick! The joy is too great--I was not prepared--

FREDERICK. Dear mother, compose yourself: [leans her against his
breast] now, then, be comforted. How she trembles! She is fainting.