BUTLER [in amazement]. Not take them! Refuse to take them--[he lifts
them from the floor with the utmost respect]--

"I must have made an elegy,
And not this fine narration." [Exit.

END ACT III




ACT IV.

SCENE I. A Prison in one of the
Towers of the Castle.
FREDERICK [alone].

FREDERICK. How a few moments destroy the happiness of man! When I,
this morning, set out from my inn, and saw the sun rise, I sung with
joy.--Flattered with the hope of seeing my mother, I formed a scheme
how I would with joy surprize her. But, farewell all pleasant
prospects--I return to my native country, and the first object I
behold, is my dying parent; my first lodging, a prison; and my next
walk will perhaps be--oh, merciful providence! have I deserved all
this?

Enter AMELIA with a small basket covered
with a napkin.--She speaks to someone without.

AMELIA. Wait there, Francis, I shall soon be back.