near fainting. Your eyes are cast down. What's the matter? Speak,
mother!

AGATHA. Nothing particular.--Only fatigued with talking. I wish to
take a little rest.

FREDERICK. I did not consider that we have been all this time in the
open road. [Goes to the Inn, and knocks at the door.] Here, Landlord!

LANDLORD re-enters.

LANDLORD. Well, what is the matter now?

FREDERICK. Make haste, and get a bed ready for this good woman.

LANDLORD [with a sneer]. A bed for this good woman! ha, ha ha! She
slept last night in that pent-house; so she may to-night. [Exit,
shutting door.

FREDERICK. You are an infamous--[goes back to his mother] Oh! my
poor mother--[runs to the Cottage at a little distance, and knocks].
Ha! hallo! Who is there?

Enter COTTAGER.

COTTAGER. Good day, young soldier.--What is it you want?

FREDERICK. Good friend, look at that poor woman. She is perishing in
the public road! It is my mother.--Will you give her a small corner in
your hut? I beg for mercy's sake--Heaven will reward you.