BARON. Go.—Your heart will tell you how to act. [_Exit_ Anhalt.] [Baron _distractedly_.] Who am I? What am I? Mad—raving—no—I have a son—A son! The bravest—I will—I must—oh! [_with tenderness_.] Why have I not embraced him yet? [_increasing his voice_.] why not pressed him to my heart? Ah! see—[_looking after him_]—He flies from the castle—Who’s there? Where are my attendants? [_Enter two servants_]. Follow him—bring the prisoner back.—But observe my command—treat him with respect—treat him as my son—and your master. [_Exit_. ACT V. SCENE I. _Inside of the Cottage (as in Act II)._ AGATHA, COTTAGER, _and his_ WIFE _discovered_. AGATHA. Pray look and see if he is coming. COTTAGER. It is of no use. I have been in the road; have looked up and down; but neither see nor hear any thing of him. WIFE. Have a little patience. AGATHA. I wish you would step out once more—I think he cannot be far off. COTTAGER. I will; I will go. [_Exit_. WIFE. If your son knew what heaven had sent you, he would be here very soon. AGATHA. I feel so anxious—— WIFE. But why? I should think a purse of gold, such as you have received, would make any body easy. AGATHA. Where can he be so long? He has been gone four hours. Some ill must have befallen him. WIFE. It is still broad day-light—don’t think of any danger.—This evening we must all be merry. I’ll prepare the supper. What a good gentleman our Baron must be! I am sorry I ever spoke a word against him. AGATHA. How did he know I was here? WIFE. Heaven only can tell. The servant that brought the money was very secret. AGATHA. [_to herself_]. I am astonished! I wonder! Oh! surely he has been informed—Why else should he have sent so much money? _Re-enter_ Cottager. AGATHA. Well!—not yet! COTTAGER. I might look till I am blind for him—but I saw our new Rector coming along the road; he calls in sometimes. May be, he will this evening. WIFE. He is a very good gentleman; pays great attention to his parishioners; and where he can assist the poor, he is always ready. _Enter Mr._ ANHALT. MR. ANHALT. Good evening, friends. BOTH. Thank you, reverend Sir. [_They both run to fetch him a chair_]. MR. ANHALT. I thank you, good people—I see you have a stranger here. COTTAGER. Yes, your Reverence; it is a poor sick woman, whom I took in doors. MR. ANHALT. You will be rewarded for it. [_to_ Agatha.] May I beg leave to ask your name? AGATHA. Ah! If we were alone—— MR. ANHALT. Good neighbours, will you leave us alone for a few minutes? I have something to say to this poor woman. COTTAGER. Wife, do you hear? Come along with me. [_Exeunt_ Cottager _and his_ Wife.] MR. ANHALT. Now—— AGATHA. Before I tell you who I am, what I am, and what I was——I must beg to ask—Are you of this country? MR. ANHALT. No—I was born in Alsace. AGATHA. Did you know the late rector personally, whom you have succeeded? MR. ANHALT. No. AGATHA. Then you are not acquainted with my narrative?