this many a year. May be she is starving for hunger. Her father might
have lived longer too, if that misfortune had not happened.

[Agatha faints.]

COTTAGER. See here! Help! She is fainting--take hold!

WIFE. Oh, poor woman!

COTTAGER. Let us take her into the next room.

WIFE. Oh poor woman!--I am afraid she will not live. Come, chear up,
chear up.--You are with those who feel for you. [They lead her off.]

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SCENE II. An apartment in the Castle.

A table spread for breakfast--Several
servants in livery disposing the
equipage--BARON WILDENHAIM enters,
attended by a GENTLEMAN in waiting.

BARON. Has not Count Cassel left his chamber yet?

GENTLEMAN. No, my lord, he has but now rung for his valet.

BARON. The whole castle smells of his perfumery. Go, call my daughter
hither. [Exit Gentleman.] And am I after all to have an ape for a
son-in-law? No, I shall not be in a hurry--I love my daughter too
well. We must be better acquainted before I give her to him. I shall