_Count._ Ah! why was it ever fought? _Countess._ Why were most battles? But they may lead to glory even through slavery. _Count._ And to shame and sorrow. _Countess._ Have I lost the little beauty I possessed, that you hold my hand so languidly, and turn away your eyes when they meet mine? It was not so formerly ... unless when first we loved. That one kiss restores to me all my lost happiness. Come; the table is ready: there are your old wines upon it: you must want that refreshment. _Count._ Go, my sweet children! you must eat your supper before I do. _Countess._ Run into your own room for it. _Annabella._ I will not go until papa has patted me again on the shoulder, now I begin to remember it. I do not much mind the beard: I grow used to it already: but indeed I liked better to stroke and pat the smooth laughing cheek, with my arm across the neck behind. It is very pleasant even so. Am I not grown? I can put the whole length of my finger between your lips. _Count._ And now, will not _you_ come, Wilhelm? _Wilhelm._ I am too tall and too heavy: she is but a child. [_Whispers._] Yet I think, papa, I am hardly so much of a man but you may kiss me over again ... if you will not let her see it. _Countess._ My dears! why do not you go to your supper? _Annabella._ Because he has come to show us what Turks are like. _Wilhelm._ Do not be angry with her. Do not look down, papa! _Count._ Blessings on you both, sweet children! _Wilhelm._ We may go now. _Countess._ And now, Ludolph, come to the table, and tell me all your sufferings. _Count._ The worst begin here. _Countess._ Ungrateful Ludolph! _Count._ I am he: that is my name in full. _Countess._ You have then ceased to love me? _Count._ Worse; if worse can be: I have ceased to deserve your love. _Countess._ No: Ludolph hath spoken falsely for once; but Ludolph is not false. _Count._ I have forfeited all I ever could boast of, your affection and my own esteem. Away with caresses! Repulse me, abjure me; hate, and never pardon me. Let the abject heart lie untorn by one remorse. Forgiveness would split and shiver what slavery but abased. _Countess._ Again you embrace me; and yet tell me never to pardon you! O inconsiderate man! O idle deviser of impossible things! But you have not introduced to me those who purchased your freedom, or who achieved it by their valour. _Count._ Mercy! O God! _Countess._ Are they dead? Was the plague abroad. _Count._ I will not dissemble ... such was never my intention ... that my deliverance was brought about by means of---- _Countess._ Say it at once ... a lady. _Count._ It was. _Countess._ She fled with you. _Count._ She did. _Countess._ And have you left her, sir? _Count._ Alas! alas! I have not; and never can. _Countess._ Now come to my arms, brave, honourable Ludolph! Did I not say thou couldst not be ungrateful? Where, where is she who has given me back my husband? _Count._ Dare I utter it! in this house.