me?

ANHALT. Agatha Friburg.

AGATHA. Yes, I am that unfortunate woman; and the man who pretends to
take concern in my misfortunes is----Baron Wildenhaim----he who
betrayed me, abandoned me and my child, and killed my parents.--He
would now repair our sufferings with this purse of gold. [Takes out
the purse.] Whatever may be your errand, Sir, whether to humble, or to
protect me, it is alike indifferent. I therefore request you to take
this money to him who sent it. Tell him, my honour has never been
saleable. Tell him, destitute as I am, even indigence will not tempt
me to accept charity from my seducer. He despised my heart--I despise
his gold.--He has trampled on me--I trample on his representative.
[Throws the purse on the ground.]

ANHALT. Be patient--I give you my word, that when the Baron sent this
present to an unfortunate woman, for whom her son had supplicated, he
did not know that woman was Agatha.

AGATHA. My son? what of my son?

ANHALT. Do not be alarmed--The Baron met with an affectionate son, who
begged for his sick mother, and it affected him.

AGATHA. Begged of the Baron! of his father!

ANHALT. Yes; but they did not know each other; and the mother received
the present on the son's account.