BARON. Nor does mine—And yet there is another task to perform that will require more fortitude, more courage, than this has done! A trial that!—[_bursts into tears_]—I cannot prevent them—Let me—let me—A few minutes will bring me to myself—Where is Agatha? MR. ANHALT. I will go, and fetch her. [_Exit Anhalt at an upper entrance_.] BARON. Stop! Let me first recover a little. [_Walks up and down, sighing bitterly—looks at the door through which_ Anhalt _left the room_.] That door she will come from—That was once the dressing-room of my mother—From that door I have seen her come many times—have been delighted with her lovely smiles—How shall I now behold her altered looks! Frederick must be my mediator.—Where is he? Where is my son?—Now I am ready—my heart is prepared to receive her—Haste! haste! Bring her in. [_He looks stedfastly at the door_—Anhalt _leads on_ Agatha—_The_ Baron _runs and clasps her in his arms—Supported by him, she sinks on a chair which_ Amelia _places in the middle of the stage—The_ Baron _kneels by her side, holding her hand_.] BARON. Agatha, Agatha, do you know this voice? AGATHA. Wildenhaim. BARON. Can you forgive me? AGATHA. I forgive you. [_embracing him_]. FREDERICK. [_as he enters_]. I hear the voice of my mother!—Ha! mother! father! [Frederick _throws himself on his knees by the other side of his mother—She clasps him in her arms_.—Amelia _is placed on the side of her father attentively viewing_ Agatha—Anhalt _stands on the side of_ Frederick _with his hands gratefully raised to Heaven_.]——_The curtain slowly drops_. END. EPILOGUE. WRITTEN BY THOMAS PALMER, ESQ. OF THE TEMPLE. SPOKEN BY MR. MUNDEN.