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74 Who is he?

Baron Wildenhaim.

In this houe did you rob my mother of her honour; and in this houe I am a acrifice for the crime. I am your prioner—I will not be free—I am a robber—I give myelf up.—You hall deliver me into the hands of jutice—You hall accompany me to the pot of public execution. You hall hear in vain the chaplain’s conolation and injunctions. You hall find how I, in depair, will, to the lat moment, call for retribution on my father.

Stop! Be pacified—

—And when you turn your head from my extended core, you will behold my weeping mother—Need I paint how her eyes will greet you?

Deit—barbarian, avage, top!

What do I hear? What is this? Young man, I hope you have not made a econd attempt.

Yes; I have done what it was your place to do. I have made a inner tremble. [points to the Baron, and exit.] -