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90 altered looks! Frederick mut be my mediator,—Where is he? Where is my on? Now I am ready—my heart is prepared to receive her—Hate! hate! Bring her in.

[He looks edfatly at the door—Anhalt leads on Agatha—The Baron runs and claps her in his arms—Supported by him, he inks on a chair which Amelia places in the middle of the tage—The Baron kneels by her ide, holding her hand.]

Agatha, Agatha, do you know this voice?

Wildenhaim.

Can you forgive me?

I forgive you. [embracing him].

I hear the voice of my mother!—Ha! mother! father!

[Frederick throws himelf on his knees by the other ide of his mother—She claps him in her arms.—Amelia is placed on the ide of her father attentively viewing Agatha—Anhalt tands on the ide of Frederick with his hands gratefully raied to Heaven.]——The curtain owly drops.