FREDERICK. So! his wife is dead;--and that generous young lady who
came to my prison just now is his daughter?

ANHALT. Miss Wildenhaim, his daughter.

FREDERICK. And that young gentleman, I saw with him this morning, is
his son?

ANHALT. He has no son.

FREDERICK [hastily]. Oh, yes, he has--[recollecting himself]--I mean
him that was out shooting to-day.

ANHALT. He is not his son.

FREDERICK [to himself]. Thank Heaven!

ANHALT. He is only a visitor.

FREDERICK. I thank you for this information; and if you will undertake
to procure me a private interview with Baron Wildenhaim----

ANHALT. Why private? However, I will venture to take you for a short
time from this place, and introduce you; depending on your innocence,
or your repentance--on his conviction in your favour, or his mercy
towards your guilt. Follow me. [Exit.

FREDERICK [following]. I have beheld an affectionate parent in deep
adversity.--Why should I tremble thus?--Why doubt my fortitude, in the
presence of an unnatural parent in prosperity? [Exit.