gentleman.--And could you hope to intimidate Baron Wildenhaim?

FREDERICK. Baron Wildenhaim!--Almighty powers!

AMELIA. What's the matter?

FREDERICK. The man to whose breast I held my sword--[trembling].

AMELIA. Was Baron Wildenhaim--the owner of this estate--my father!

FREDERICK [with the greatest emotion]. _My_ father!

AMELIA. Good heaven, how he looks! I am afraid he's mad. Here!
Francis, Francis. [Exit, calling.

FREDERICK [all agitation]. My _father_! Eternal judge! tho do'st
slumber! The man, against whom I drew my sword this day was my father!
One moment longer, and provoked, I might have been the murderer of my
father! my hair stands on end! my eyes are clouded! I cannot see any
thing before me. [Sinks down on chair]. If Providence had ordained
that I should give the fatal blow, who, would have been most in
fault?--I dare not pronounce-- after a pause] That benevolent young
female who left me just now, is, then, my sister--and I suppose that
fop, who accompanied my father--

Enter Mr. ANHALT.

Welcome, Sir! By your dress you are of the church, and consequently a
messenger of comfort. You are most welcome, Sir.