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FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD
ENDOWMENT FUND
"THE
NATURAL SON;
A FLAY,
*l IN FIVE ACTS,
BY
AUGUSTUS VON KOTZEBUE,
Poet Laureat and Director of the Imperial Theatre at Vienna,
BEING THE ORIGINAL OF
LOVERS' VOWS,
KOW PERFORMING, WITH UNIVERSAL APPLAUSE, AT THE
THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN.
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TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN
By ANNE PLUMPTRE,
JAUTHOR OF THE RECTOR'S SON, ANTOINETTE, &C.)
Who has prefixed
A PREFACE,
Explaining the Alterations in the Representation ; and
A LIFE OF KOTZEBUE.
FOURTH EDITION. REVISED.
•
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR R. PHILLIPS :
SOLD BY H. D. SYMONDS, PATER-NO STER-ROW; CARPENTER
AND CO. OLD .'BOND STREET; R. H.WESTLV, STRAND*}
AND BY ALL OTHER BOOKSELLERS
1798.
. PT
Tranflator's Preface. ^3K^f
lHE flattering Reception which the Natural
Son, under the adopted Title of LOVERS'
VOWS, has experienced from an Englifh Audience,
in an abridged and altered State, affords Reafon
to believe that a complete Tranflation of fo ad-
mirable a Drama will obtain at leaft an equal
Degree of Public Approbation. This Drama,
iince its firft Appearance in Germany, has uni-
formly ranked among the moft favourite Pro?
du&ions of the Pen of its illuftrious Author ; its
Celebrity had long attracted the Notice of the
Tranflator, and a Perufal of it fatisfied her, that
it was one of thofe brilliant Dramatic Meteors,
whofe Luftre ought to be extended from the
Qerman to the Englilh Horizon.
Her
ii translator's preface.
Her original Defign was to adapt it to the
London Stage, and with this View (he actually
proceeded in the Tranflation j when, however,
fhe had made confiderable Progrefs, fhe learnt
that her Defign had been already anticipated,
and that a Tranflation, by a foreign Gentleman,
had been placed in the Hands of Mrs. Inchbald,
by the Manager of Covent Garden Theatre, for
the Purpofe of being adapted to Reprefentation —
Satisfied, therefore, that the Work was in much
more able Hands, fhe totally relinquifhed her
Defign.
On the firft Night of the Reprefentation of
Lovers' Vows, fhe attended the Theatre, and
confefTes that fhe was much furprized at the Ex-
tent of the Alterations and Omiffions which had
been made. She readily admits that thefe Al-
terations may have been neceflary to accommo-
date the Play to the Tafte of an Englifh Audience.
Still, however, as fhe is of opinion that the
Piece has been diverted of fome of its principal
Beauties, and that it does not reflect the Mind,
the Principles, and the Genius of Kotzebue —
fhe
TRANSLATOR S PREFACE. Ill
me feels herfelf irrefiftibly prompted to prefent
her favourite Author to the Public, in the
Form he has chofen for himfelf, anxious that*
as a Dramatic Writer, he Ihould be brought to
a fair Trial at the Bar of Criticifm. She wilhes
him to be exhibited in his own native Garb, not,
as he emphatically expreffes himfelf in his Pre-
face, " in the borrowed Plumage of others,"
and that the Public may be enabled, at the fame
Time, to eftimate the Merits of the Author,
and appreciate the Value of the Alterations.
It will at once be candid and ufeful to enu-
merate the chief Points of Variation between
\ . . . .
the Play, as reprefented, and in its original
Form. —
JThe moft effential Deviation refpects the im-
portant comic Character of the Count von der
Mulde, which fcarcely pofTefTes a fingle Feature
of the Original. As it (lands here, the Reader
will obferve, that it is a highly -wrought and
exquifitely finiflied Portrait of a German Cox-
comb. Whether this Character might have
A 2 been
iv translator's preface.
been reliflied by an Englifh Audience, the
Tranflator will not pretend to decide ; her own
Judgment, however, leads hef to think that it
would have had much more Effect in its original,
than in its altered State. Diverted of all its
marked Features as a German Coxcomb, par-
ticularly of the French Phrafes fo appropriate
to that Character, yet not wholly transformed
into an Englifh Petit Maitre, we fcarcely un-
derftand among what Defeription of Perfons he
is intended to be clafTed. The Baron, indeed,
calls him a complete Monkey, but the fmart
Repartees put into his Mouth, feem wholly
inconfiftent with the Buffoonery befpoken by
that Appellation ; he is, indeed, rather a witty
Libertine than a Monkey. This very Appella-
tion, however, is a Deviation from the Original
where he is called a Coxcomb j but perhaps this
arofe from a Miftake of the Tranflator's, be-
tween Laffeii (a Coxcomb) and Affen (an Ape).
Befides this, from being one of the moil promi-
nent Perfonages in the Play, and defigned as a
forcible Contraft to the plain and grave, but
tlevated Character of Frederick, he is now de-
2 graded
TRANSlATOR's PREFACE. V
graded into a fubordinate State, which leaves the
Performance without a due Share of Comic In-
tereft, and the happy Effect of the Contrail is
loft. The lafl Scene between him and the Baron
bears too much Refemblance to that where
Frederick difcovers himfelf to the Baron as his
Son, and confequently has a Tendency to weaken
the Effect of the latter Scene, which ought to
have been preferved as the mod impreffive in
the whole Play,
The Amelia in Lovers' Vows, fo far from
being the artlefs, innocent Child of Nature*
drawn by Kotzebue, appears a forward Country-
Hoyden, who deviates, in many Instances, from
the eftablifhed Ufages of Society, and the De-
corums of her Sex, in a Manner wholly unwar-
ranted by the Original. The moil amiable
Traits in her Character are difiorted and dif-
guifed, by a Pertnefs which greatly detracts
from the Efteem which her benevolent Conduct
would infpire. Perhaps the latter may be better
fuited to Reprefentation before an Englifh Au-
dience, but in the Clofet, the Amelia of Kot-
zebue
VI TRANSLATOR' S PREFACE.
zebue will naturally excite the flronger Degree
of Intereft.
To the Alterations in the Character of the
Butler, the Tranflator can give her unqualified
Approbation. He appears as decidedly a Gainer
by the Garb in which Mrs. Inchbald h^s equipped
him, as the Count and Amelia are Lofers: This
Improvement, in fome Degree, atones for the
Lofs of humourous Effect in the Character of
the Count ; the doggrel Verfes are mod happily-
introduced, and are afi admirable Satire upon the
namby-pamby Effufions with which the Public
is fo profufely prefented. The Tranflator is feri-
fible that thofe here given from the original Play,
will, in Comparifon, appear infipid and defective
in broad Humour.
Some interefcing Scenes and exquilite Touches
of Nature are omitted. This the Tranflator has
Reafon to iufpect arofe from the Imperfection of
the Tranflation put into Mrs. Inchbald's Hands.
In the Fifth Scene of the Firft Act, the Be-.
nevoience of the Country Girl is not fufficiently
difplayed, through the Omiflion of the Paflage
in
TRANSLATOR S PREFACE. VU
in which fhe gives fom.e Milk to the fainting
Wilhelmina.
The Sixth and Seventh Scenes of the Firfl Act,
and the Fifth Scene of the Fourth Act, are
wholly fuppreffed.
The Fourth Scene in the Fourth Act opens
very abruptly, in Confequence of the Freedom
with which the Pruning-knife has been wielded,
by lopping off the firft Half. The Reft of the
Omiffions confift of occasional Curtailments in the
Speeches and Dialogues.
The Tranflation here given is from the genuine
Leipfick Edition, publiGied by the Author in
1791,, Qf the very great Reputation which this
Play has acquired upon the Continent, fome Idea
may be formed from the Circumftance, that,
prior to the Appearance of that Publication, no
lefs than twelve fpurious and imperfect Editions
had been publifhed at Neuwied, Franckfort, Co-
logne, and Leipfick.
ANNE PLUMPTRE.
London, Off. 15, 1798.
DRAMATIS PERSON JE.
Performed by
Baron von Wildenhain, a Co-
lonel out of fervice, . - - - Mr. Murray.
Amelia, bis Daughter, - - - Mrs. H. Johnston.
The Pastor of the Parijh, in which
lies the Baron's Eftate, performed
under the Name of Anhalt*, Mr. H. Johnston,
Count von der Mulde, per-
formed under the Name of Count
Cassel, ------- Mr. Knight.
WlLHELMINA BoETTCHER,/>*T-
formed under the Name of A gatha
Fribourg, ------ Mrs. Johnson.
Frederick Boettcher, ayoung
Soldier, performed under the Name
of Frederick Fribourg, Mr. Pope.
A Cottager, performed under the Name
of Hubert, ----- Mr. Powel.
Cottager's Wife, - - - Mrs. Davenport,
Christian, Butler in the Baron's
Familyy ----___ Mr. MuNDEN,
Landlord of the Public Houfi%
^Farmer.
.//Labourer.
A Young Country Girl.
A Jew.
^Huntsman.
Servants and Huntsmen.
* This name, in the former Editions, is, by miftake, called
Arnaud.
THE NATURAL SON,
ACT I,
SCENE I. The High-way leading to a Town. The Road
runs through afmall Village , the lajl Houfes of which
are in Sight— r A Public Houfe on the Right.
Enter Landlord from the Public Houfe, pulling Wii>
HELmina out by the arms.
Landlord.
NO flaying here, woman, no ftaying here !— -It is the
fair to day in the village, and as the country people
pafsby with their wives and children, they'll be coming
in, and I fhall want every corner of my houfe.
Wilhel. Will you thruft a poor fick woman out of
doors ?
Land. I do not thrujl you out.
Wilhel. Your unkindnefs breaks my heart,
hand. It is no fuch mighty hardfhip.
Wilhel. I have fpent my laft penny with you.
Land. You have-*--and becaufe it was your laft, you
can ftay here no longer ?
Wilhel. I can work.
Land. Why you can fcarcely move your hands,
Wilhel. My ftrength will return.
Land, Well, then you may return hither,
Wilhel. But what will become of me in the mean
time ?
v Land. It is fine weather — you may be any where.
Wilhel. Who will clothe me mould this my only wretch-,
ed garment be wet through with dew and rain ?
B ' Land.
2 THE NATURAL SON;
Land. He who clothes the lilies of the field.
Wilhel. Who will give me a morfel of bread to ap~
peafe my hunger ?
Land. He who feeds the fowls of the air.
Wilbel. Hard-hearted man ! you know that \ have
fafted ever fince yefterday morning.
Land. The fick can eat but little — .eating is not good
for them.
Wilbel. I will faithfully and honourably pay for every
thing.
Land. By what means ?— the times are hard.
Wilbel. My fate is alfo hard.
Land. I'll tell you what, woman — here lies the high-
way ; the road is full of paffengers— -beg a fmall matter
of fome pitiful heart.
IVilbel. Beg !— No— -I will rather ftarve !
Land. That's the great lady indeed ! — but many an ho-
neft woman has begged for all that. Only try, cuftom,
makes every thing eafy.
(WiLHELMiNAyfo down on ajione under a tree.)
Land. And here comes fomebody — I'll teach you how
to begin.
SCENE II. Enter a Labourer, with his implements
paffing along the Road.
Land, (to the Labourer) Good day !
Lab. Good day.
Land. Neighbour Nicholas, won't you pleafe to beftow
a fmall matter upon a poor woman. ( The Labourer pajfes
off.) That won't do. The poor devil muft work him-
felf for his daily pay. But here comes our fat Farmer,
who every Sunday puts fome money into the poor's-
box, I'll lay a wager he gives you fomething.
SCENE III. Enter a jolly looking Farmer, who walks
on very Jlowly. .
Land. Good day, Mr. Farmer ! Fine weather ! — .
Yonder fits a poor fick woman, who begs alms of you.
Farmer. Is me not afhamed of herfelf ? She is ftill
young ; fhe can work.
Land. She has had the fever.
Farmer. Aye, one may work one's fingers to the
bones j one may toil hard — but money is fcarce enough
now-a-days,
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Land. Only beftow a fmall matter on her ! — fhe is
hungry.
Farmer, (as he pajfes on) The harveft has been very
bad, and the diftemper has carried off the beft of my
cattle. [Exit.
Land. There's a mifer for you, that does nothing but
brood over his old dollars! — But talking of brooding*
it comes into my head that my old hen hatches to day— I
inuft make hafte and look after her. — (Goes into the
houfe.)
SCENE IVi Wilhelmina alone. Her Clothe?
wretched^ her Countenance bearing Marks of Sicknefs
and Sorrow, yetjlill retaining Traces of Beauty.
Wilhel. O God ! thou knoweft that it was never thus
with me while I had wherewithal to give ! — Deareft
God ! thou who haft hitherto fhel(;ered me from defpair,
accept my thanks. Oh that I could but work again ! —
but this fever has fo fhaken me — did my Frederick know
that his mother hungered ! — Ah, lives he ftill, or does a
weight of earth now cover his remains ? — Ah, no, no ! —
God forbid ! I exift only to fee him once more. — Thou
author of my woes, I will not curfe thee ; heaven fuffer
thee to profper, if it can grant profperity to the feducer
of innocence ! — Should chance conduct thee this way,
fhouldft thou, amid thefe rags, beneath this forrow-
ftricken form, recognize thy formerly blooming Wil-
helmina— what muft be thy feelings? — Ah, I hunger;
had I but a morfel of bread !— but patience; here on the
highway I cannot long be fuffered to want.
SCENE V. Enter a young Country Girl, carrying
Eggs and Milk to Market — Jhe pajfes brijkly on, but feeing
Wilhelmina, flops andfpeaks.
Country Girl. God preferve you.
Wilhel. I thank you kindly! — Ah, deareft child, have
you not a morfel of bread to give to a poor woman ?
Country Girl, (with looks of compajjion) Bread ! no,
indeed, I have not any. Are you hungry then ?
WilheL Alas, I am.
B 2 Country
4 THE NATURAL SON;
Country Girl. Ah, deareft God! — and I have nor
money, and I have eaten the very laft morfel of my
brcalcfaft. — But I will haften to the town, fell my milk
and eggs, and when I return I will give you a
Dreyer.* But, now 1 think of it, all that time you will
ftill be hungry. — Will you drink a little of my milk ?
Wilhel. Oh, yes ! and thank you kindly, tender-
hearted girl.
Country Girl. Well, drink ! drink ! (Jhe holds the vef-
fel up to her with much kindnefs) Won't you have any-
more ? — drink again if you like, you are heartily wel-
come.
Wilhel. Heaven reward you ! — you have quite re-
vived me.
Country Girl. J am heartily glad of it (gives her a
friendly nod) good day, mother ! God protect you !
[Exit.Jinging,
Wilhel. (looking after her) Such once was I — like her,
brifk and joyous, and awake to pity,
SCENE VI. Enter a Huntsman, -with his Gun and
Dogs.
Wilhel. Good fport to you, honeft man !
Huntfman. (as he pajjes on) Damnation \ muft I be
crofied on my way by an old woman at my firft fetting
" out I — I (hall have no luck to day. The devil fetch
you, you old witch. [Exit.
Wilhel. That fellow feeks to varnifh over the hardnefs
of his heart by his fuperfHtion.~But here comes another—
a Jew — Ah, if I could beg — of him would I afk relief,
for Chriffians do but profefs humanity.
SCENE VIL Enter a Jew, who is about to pafs onf
but feeing Wilhelmin a, flops and examines her coun-
tenance.
Wilhel. God blefs you !
few. A thoufand thanks, poor woman ! — you feera
very ill.
Wilhel. I have a fever.
Jew. (feeling haftily in his pockety whence he takes out a
fmall purfe, and gives her fome money.) Here, take this, 'tis
all I can fpare, I have not much myfelf. [Exit,
* About a halfpenny Englifli. T.
mibti.
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Wilhel. (much afifecled calls after him) — A thoufand
thanks ! a thoufand thanks ! — Was I wrong ? — Did my
expectation deceive me ?— the creed has no influence
upon the heart.
SCENE VIII. Frederick enters with his Knapfack
at his Backx walks brifikly on, humming a Tune : as he
approaches, he obferves the Sign of the Public-Houfe,
and flops.
Fred. Humph ! — to drink ! — it is very hot to-day.
— But let me firft examine my purfe. — (takes out fome
pieces of money , which he contemplates as he holds them in
bis hand) Yes, to be fure there will be enough to pay
for a breakfaft and a dinner, and by evening, pleafe God,
I hope to be at home. Come, then, I am very thirfty —
Holla ! Landlord ! (he fees Wilhelmina) But what have
we here ? a poor fick woman, pining, confuming away —
ihe does not beg, but her fituation afks afliftance, and
fhould we always wait to give till we are entreated ? —
fye, fye ! — We muft forego the drinking, elfe fhall
we have nothing left for dinner ; be it fo ! — To
perform a good action fatisfies both hunger and thirft
—There ! (goes to her intending to give her the money ,
which he was holding between his fingers to pay for his
liquor.)
Wilhel. (looks at himfledfaftly, then gives a loud Jhriek)
•—Frederick ! ! !
Fred, (fitarts, gazes at her earnefitly, throws away his
money, knapfack, hat, /tick, whatever encumbers him, and
falls into her arms) Mother ! ! ! (both remain fpeechlefs
fome time — Frederick firft recovers himfelf and proceeds) —
Mother ! Good heavens ! to find you in this ftate ! —
Mother ! — what is the matter ! — fpeak !
Wilhel. (trembling) I cannot — fpeak — dear fon !---
dear Frederick ! — the joy ! — the transport !
Fred> Recover yourfelf, dear, dear mother ! (he refits
her head upon his breafit) Recover yourfelf! how you
tremble ! — you are fainting.
Wilhel. I am fo weak — my head is fo giddy — the
whole of yefterday — I had nothing to eat.
Fred, (ftarting up, wildly, and covering his face with
both hands) Ah, my God ! (he runs to his knapfack, tears
it
6 THE NATURAL SOKj
it open, and takes out a piece of bread) here is bread I
(collects together the money which he had thrown away,
and adds what remained in his pocket) here is my little
ftore of money, and my coat, my cloak, my arms*
I'll fell them all. Ah, mother, mother. — Holla, Land-
lord ! (knocks haftily at the public-houfe).
Landlord* (looking out at the window) What's the
matter ?
Fred* A bottle of wine here !— quick !— difpateh (
Land. A bottle of wine !
Fred. Yes, yes !
Land. And for whom ?
Fred. For me ! — the devil ! — make hafte !
Land. Well, well ! — but, Mr. Soldier, can you pay5
for it ?
Fred, Here is money ! — but make hafte, or I'll break
every window in your houfe.
Land. Patience! patience! (he Jhuts the window) .
Fred, (to his mother) Fafted the whole day ! — fafted !
«^— and I had wherewithal to eat ! — I had a good fupper
ferved up to me yefterday evening at the Inn, while my
mother hungered ! — Oh, God ! how is all my promifed
joy embittered !
Wilhel. Be comforted, dear Frederick \ — I fee thee
again — I am now well — I have been very ill — I fcarcely
hoped ever to fee thee more.
Fred. Ill ! and I was not with you \ — Well, never
will I leave you more.~-See, I am become tall, and
ftrong, I will work for your fupport.
Enter Landlord with a bottle and glafs.
Land. There is wine — of precious growth; a glorious
bottle ; 'tis only Franconian wine to be fure, but it is four
enough to pafs for good old Rhenifh.
Fred. Bring it hither ! What does the tram coft ?
Land. Train ! call one of the moft precious gifts of
Heaven tram ! Good friend my wine is no trafh ; I have
befides another delicious French wine in my cellar, aye,-
you ought to tafte that, fo rich, fo lufcious, when you
have emptied the giafs it looks dyed all over fuch a line
red. (Frederick impatiently attempts to fnatch the bottle
from
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from him) Come, come, I muft have the money firft*
this bottle cofts half a guilder*.
Fred. (Gives him all his money) There ! there ! (pours
cut fame for his mother, who drinks, and eats a piece of
bread with it,)
Land. (Counting over the money) It is one drey er Ihort,
but however one ought to be companionate — To revive *
poor fick woman, one may overlook fuch a thing ; but
take care of the bottle, and do not break the glafs, there's
a fine German verfe engrav'd upon it. [Exit.
Wilhel. I thank thee kindly, deareft. Frederick ! wine
is reviving, and wine, from the hands of afon, gives new
Jife.
Fred. Don't exhauft yourfelf by talking, mother ; re-
cover yourfelf !
Wilhel. Tell me then how it has fared with you for
thefe lafr. five years ?
Fred. Good and ill jumbled together j one day 'twas all
plenty, the next nothing at all.
Wilhel. 'Tis a long time fince you have written to
me.
Fred. Ah deareft mother 'tis a hard matter for a poor
ibldier to afford the money for poftage, only think of the
diftance— it takes half a year's pay, and you know one
muft live. And then I always thought within myfelf,
my mother is ftrong and healthy, and I am ftrong and
healthy, I may as well wait a few weeks longer ; and fo
I delayed it from one week to another, — but I hope you'll
forgive me, deareft mother.
Wilhel. We eafily forgive neglect when the anxiety
it occafions is no longer felt. Have you then obtained
your difcharge ?
Fred. No. I have only procured leave of abfence for a
few months for a particular reafon ; but you want me,
I will continue with you.
Wilhel. There is no occafion, dear Frederick, — your
vifit will reftore my health and renew my vigour, then
fliall I be able again to work, and you may return to
your regiment ; I would not be a hindrance to your for-
tune. But it feems you have obtained leave of abfence
for a particular reafon ? Did you not fay fo ? — may I know
jthis reafon?
* About thirteen pence Englifh. T.
Frtd.
* THE NATURAL SON;
Fred. Oh yes, dear mother ! — liften and I will relate
it. — When I left you five years ago, you equipped me
excellently with clothes, and linen, and money, — but one
trifle you forgot, — the certificate of my birth. I was at
that time a giddy, thoughtlefs lad of fifteen, and this
never occurred to me, but it has fince occafioned mc
much vexation. Many times have I been heartily weary
of a foldier's buftling life, and was defirous of obtaining
my difcharge, that I might apply myfelf to learning fome
reputable trade, but whenever I mentioned this fubje£t to
any tradefman, faying, " Good Sir, I wifh to bind my-
felf to you to learn your trade," the firft queftion always
was, " where's the certificate of your birth ?"— That
fettled the point at once. I was vexed and continued a
foldier, for in that profefiion they only afk, whether all
is right about the heart j the certificate of birth is of no
more account than the diploma of nobility. But ftill
this brought me into many unpleafant fcrapes. My com-
rades found this out, and if any of them wimed to
teaze me, or were intoxicated, they would fneer at me,
and make ill-natured fpeeches, and endeavour to irri-
tate me. Twice I was even compelled to fight, and
was put under arreft. My captain frequently admonifhed
me- —and at laft about five weeks ago, when another of
thefe quarrels happened, he called me to him in his own
room — (Oh, mother, my captain is a fine charming man)
— " Boettcher," faid he, " I am forry to learn, that
you are continually getting into quarrels and incurring pu-
nifhment, for in other relpects I am extremely fatisfied
with your fervice, and have a good opinion of you. The
ferjeant has informed me of the caufe. I'll tell you
what — write home, and defire that your certificate
may be fent, or if you are inclined to go and fetch it
yourfelf, I will give you leave of abfence for a few
months, — the time of exercifing is over." — Oh, mother,
your form hovered before my eyes, as he fpoke fo kindly.
1 killed his hand and Hammered out my thanks. He
prefented me with a dollar,-—" Go, my lad," faid
he, u may your journey be profperous, and remember
to return at the proper time." — Now, mother, you fee
I am here, and this is the whole of theftory.
Wilkel. (who had lijlened to his narrative with embar-
rafsment.) And you are come hither, dear Frederick, to
fetch the certificate of your birth ?
Wilheh
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Fred. Yes.
Wilhel. Oh heavens!
Fred. What is the matter? (Wilhelmina burfts into
tears) for God's fake what is the matter ? .
Wilhel. Alas, you can have no fuch certificate !
Fred. How ?
Wilhel. You are — a — Natural Son
Fred. So, fo ! — and who then is my father ?
Wilhel. Ah ! the wildnefs of your looks tortures me !
Fred, (recovering himfelf and /peaking mildly and affic
tionately) Be not alarmed, deareft mother ! — ftill I am
your fon — tell me only who is my father ?
Wilhel. When you left me five years ago, you were
too young to be entrufted with fuch a fecret. Now your
maturer years demand my confidence. You are grown
to man's eftate, and are moreover worthy of the name
of man. My fair maternal hopes have not deceived me.
Ah, I have heard full often, how confolatory, how re-
viving it is to the fpirits of the affli&ed to meet with
one to whom their wrongs may be imparted. The tears
which thofe fufferings draw from the eyes of another,
afluage the anguim of the fufferer. Thanks, thanks be
to God the hour is arrived, in which I can enjoy this
confolation: my fon is my confident, be he alfo my
judge, for a ftrict judge I muft deprecate, but my fon
will not be fevere on me.
Fred. Speak, deareft mother ! lay open your whole
heart !
Wilhel. Ah my fon, I will tell you all ; and yet fhame
almoft chains my tongue : do not then look at me.
Fred. Know I not well the heart of my mother ! ac-
curfed be the thought that would, condemn her for a
weaknefs of a crime fhe is incapable.
Wilhel. Yon village, the fpire of whofe church you
fee at a diftance, is the place of my birth : In that
church was I baptized, and there alfo was I inftrudr.ed in
the firft rudiments of our faith. My parents were pious
and good cottagers; poor, but honeft. When I was
fourteen years old, I chanced one day to be feen by the
lady of the caftle : I pleafed her, fhe took me to her
manfion, and delighted in forming my ruftic mind. She put
good books into my hands ; I was inftru£ted in French
and mufic ; my ideas and capacity for learning developed
themfelves, but fo ajfo did my vanity : Yes, under the
C appearance
io THE NATURAL SON?
appearance of referve I became a vain filly girl. I had
juft attained my feventeenth year, when the fon of my
benefactrefs, who was in the Saxon fervice, obtained
leave of ab fence, and came to vifit us ; it was the firft
time of my feeing him ; he was a handfomeand engaging
youth ; — he talked to me of love, of marriage ; — he was
the firft man who had paid homage to my charms : Ah,
Frederick, do not look at me, I cannot go on.
Fred, (cafis down his eyesy and prejfes her band to his
heart — both paufe. )
IVilhel. I, too credulous creature, was beguiled of my
innocence ! he feigned the molt ardent love — promifed me
marriage after the death of his aged mother — fwore eter-
• IT
nal faith and conftancy. — Alas I and I forgot my pious
parents, the precepts of our worthy paftor, the kindnefs
of my fofter-m other — Ah Frederick, Frederick, often as
I caft my eyes towards the tower of yonder church, fo
often does the figure of our good old paftor with his filver
hairs feem to ftand- before my eyes, as he appeared when
for the firft time I went to confeilion. How did my
young heart then flutter — how full was I of virtue and
elevated devotion ! — Oh at that time, certain of triumph,
I had courage frankly to acknowledge every failing. —
How, good Heavens ! how could it be poffible, that a wild,
unthinking youth, fiiould, by a few idle words and
glances, efface that deep, deep imprefnon: yet fo it was —
I became pregnant. — We were both awakened from our
fweet intoxication, and (huddered at the fearful profpect
of the future. I had put every thing to the hazard — he
only had to fear the anger of his mother, a good, but in-
exorably ftricl: woman. How tenderly did he conjure me,
how affeftingly did he entreat of me, not to betray him ! —
How impreflively, how ardently did he promife hereafter
to make me amends for all — and fo dearly did I love
him, that I gave him my word, to conceal the name of
my feducer, — to bury his image in my heart, and pa-
tiently to endure, for his fake, whatever forrow might be
in ftore for me. — Alas 'tis much indeed that I have fuf-
fered ! — He departed, fatisfied — meanwhile the time of
my delivery approached — I could no longer conceal my
fituation — Ah I was feverely dealt with for perfifting in
my refufal to name the father of my child. — I was driven
indignantly from the houfe, and whenl came to the door
of
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©F my afflicted parents, there too was I denied admittance.
My rather upbraided me bitterly, and even was about to
curfe me, when my mother tore him haftily away. She
foon returned — threw me a crooked dollar, which fhe
wore about her neck, and wept ; fince that time I never
have feen them. But the dollar I have ftill (/he draws it out
from her bofom.) I have fuffered hunger rather than part
with this ! (Jhe gazes on it fome time, kijfes it, and reji ores it
to its place.) Without a houfe in which to hide my head,
without money, without friends, I wandered a whole night
in the open fields. Once I had arrived at the river-fide,
there where ftands the mill, and forely was I tempted to
throw myfelf in under the mill-wheel, thus at once to
end my mifery. But immediately the image of the wor-
thy Paftor prefented itfelf before me with his gentle,
venerable mien. 1 ftarted back, and looked around
to fee whether he were not behind me.— The thought
of him, and of his precepts, awakened my confidence —
morning came on, I refolved to go to his houfe. He re-
ceived me afFeciionately, uttered not a fingle re-
proach— " What is done," he laid, " is done ! Heaven
pardons the penitent — reform then, my daughter, and all
may yet be well. Here in this village, however, thou
muff, not remain ; that will be to thee a continued mor-
tification, and a fcandal to my panihioners but," — and
here he put a piece of gold into my hand, together with a
letter which he had written in my behalf, — u go to the
town, my daughter, feek out an old and refpeiStable widow to
whom this letter is directed, with her thou wilt be fafe,
and fhe will hefides give thee inftruAion in what man-
ner to obtain an honeft livelihood." — With thefe
words he laid his hand upon my forehead, and giving me
his blefling, promifed alfo to endeavour to foften my
father. — Ah I feemed now to receive new life ! — On my
way to the town I reconciled myfelf with my Creator, and
folemnly vowed never again to deviate from the path of
virtue — that vow I have ftriclly kept, fo far may you
ftill refpect me, my Frederick. (Frederick pre/Jes her
filently in his arms, after a pauje Jhe proceeds) Your birth
was to me the caufe of much forrow, and much joy—*-
Twice did I write to your father, but God only knows
whether he received the letters, no anfwer have I ever
obtaiaed.
C 2 Fred.
j 2 THE NATURAL SON;
Fred. (Hajiily) No anfwer!
Wilbel. Be calm ! my fon, be calm !■ — It was in
time of war, his regiment was then in fervice, — all was
buftle and confufion throughout the whole country, — the
troops of three different powers purfued each other al-
ternately ; how eafily then might letters be loft ; No,
he certainly never received mine, for he was no villain,
5ince then indeed I have never troubled him ; it might
be pride, or call it what you pleafe, but I thought that if
he had not forgotten me, he would certainly feelc inform-
ation concerning me, — learn from our paftor whither I
was retired, and come to fee me, but alas, he came not,
and fome years after I even heard (Jhe fighs deeply) — that
he was married. Thus was I compelled to bid farewel
to my laft ray of hope ; — in folitude and obfcurity I inha-
bited an indigent cottage, where I gained a livelihood
by the work of my hands, and by inftructing the neigh-
bouring children in what I had learnt at the caftle.
You, my deareft Frederick, were my only joy ; and on
your education I beftowed all that I could fpare from the
neceflaries of food and clothing. My diligence was not
ill repaid ; you were a good boy, only your wildnefs, your
youthful fire, your love for a foldier's life, and defire to
ramble about the world, occafioned me many a heart-
ache : at laft I thought it muft be as God pleafes ! Is it
the boy's deftination ? I will not hinder him, though
my heart fhould break at the feparation. Five years ago
therefore, I fuffered you to depart, giving you at that
time, all that I could pofiibly fpare, perhaps more than I
ought to have fpared, but I was then in health, and when
that is the cafe, one is too apt to think that ficknefs never
can come. Indeed had I continued well, I had ftill earnt
much more than I wanted for myfelf, had been a rich
woman for one in my fituation, and ftill, dear Frederick,
had fent you every year a Chriftmas prefent. But I
was attacked by a lingering illnefs — there ended my
earnings — my little ftore fcarcely fufficed for phyfician,
nurfe, and medicines, and I was obliged a few days ago, to
turn my back upon my poor little cottage, as I had no
longer wherewithal to pay the rent. My only refource
was to totter along the road with this ftick, this bag, and
thefe rags, and folicit a morfel of bread from the charity
of thofe who happened to pafs by.
5 Fred.
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Fred. Ah, if your Frederick had fufpe&ed this, how
bitter would have been every morfei he eat, every drop
that he drank. Well, God be thanked ! I am here
again, you are alive, and I will remain with you; I
will not on any account leave you ; and I will write thus
to my Captain. Let him take it as he will, let him re-
vile it as defertion, I will not ftir from my mother.
Alas ! however I have not learnt any art, any trade, but
I have a pair of nervous arms, I can guide the plough, I
can handle the flail; I will hire myfelf as a day-labourer,
and at night copy writings for fome lawyer ; for
thanks to you, my good mother, I write a fair and
legible hand. Oh, all will go well ! God will help
us, for he fupports thofe who honour their parents.
Wilhel. (clafps him in her arms much affecled) What
princefs could offer me an equivalent for fuch a fon ?
Fred. One thing you have ftill forgotten, mother —
What is my father's name ?
Wilhel. Baron Wildenhain.
Fred. And he lives on this eftate ?
Wilhel. Here once lived his mother, but me is dead.
He himfelf married a noble heirefs in Franconia, and as
I am allured, has, to pleafe her, for ever forfaken his
native country. A Steward, in the mean time, lives in
the houfe, who manages the eftate at his pleafure.
Fred. I will haften to the Baron my father — I will boldly
face him — I will bear you upon my back to him. How
great is the diftance of Franconia ; from twenty to thirty
miles* ? only fo far has he removed himfelf, and has he
efcaped from his confeience at fofhort a diftance ? Truly, a
lazy creeping kind of a confeience, twenty years has it been
crawling after him, and not yet overtaken him ! — Oh,
fhame J fhame t — Wherefore muff. I know my father, when
my father is not an honeft man ? My heart was fatisfied
with a mother, a mother who has taught me to love,
and why fhould I know a father who will teach me to
hate ? — No, I will not feek him ! — Let him remain
where he is, and feaft and pamper himfelf till his laff.
hour, and then he may fee how he has prepared himfelf
to meet his God. Is it not true, mother, that we need
Jiim not ? We will but what is the matter ! your
countenance is changed ! — Mother, what is the matter ?
* A German mile is equal to abotit five Englifli. T.
Wilhel.
i4 THE NATURAL SON ;
Wilhel. (very weak and almost fainting) Nothing
nothing ! — my joy ! — too much talking ! — I wifh to be
quiet awhile.
Fred. My God ! I never till now perceived that we
were in the high way ! (he knocks at the door of the public-
houfe) Halloo ! Landlord !
Land, {at the window) Well, what is the matter
now ?
Fred. Here, I want a bed in an inftant for this poor
woman.
Land. A bed for this poor woman! (fneeringly) Ha, ha,
ha I — Laft night fhe lay in the ftall with my cattle, and
has bewitched them all ! (/huts the window).
Fred, {taking up a ftone in a rage) Curfed fcoundrel !
{he looks at his mother and drops the ftone again) Ah, my
poor mother ! {he knocks in despairing anguijh at a cottage
door which ftands further in the back groud) Halloo !
halloo !
SCENE IX. Enter a Cottager from the Houfe.
Cottager. God preferve you ! — What do you want ?
Fred. Good friend, look at this poor woman, fhe
is fainting here in the open air. She is my mother. Do
pray let her have a corner in your houfe, where fhe may
reft for half an hour. I beg it for God's fake, and hea-
ven will reward you !
Cottager. Hold your tongue, I entreat ! — I underftand
you perfectly well (fpeaking to fomebody in the houfe) Bet,
make up the bed there, quickly j you can lay the boy
upon the bench in the mean time : {to Frederick) Don't
tell me a long ftory again about God rewarding, and
heaven paying ;• if God is to pay all fuch trifles, he'll
have enough to do indeed. Come, quick, fupport her,
let us lead her in gently. A bed, as good as I can give
her, fhe fhall have ; but indeed fhe will not find much
in my houfe befides. ( They lead her into the cottage).
>END OF THE FIRST ACT =
A PLAY. t$
ACT II.
SCENE I. A Room in the Cottage.
WlLHELMINA, FREDERICK, the COTTAGER and his
Wife.
Wilhelmina fits on a wooden Stool, with her Head
fupported on her Son's Breajl.
Frederick {[peaking to the Cottager and his Wife, as
they are bufied about the Cottage.)
Frederick.
DEAR good people, have you nothing then ? No-
thing ftrengthening ? nothing reviving ?
Wife. Run, hufband, to our neighbour at the public
houfe, and fetch a bottle of wine.
Fred. Ah, that will not do ! — his wine is as bad as
his heart. She has already tried that, and I fear it has
proved poifon to her.
Cottager. Go and fee, wife, whether the black hen
has not laid an egg. A new laid egg boiled foft
Wife. Or a few ripe currants
Cottager. Or, the beft thing that I have a piece of
bacon.
Wife. Or, there's about half a pint of brandy ftanding
in the dairy.
Fred, (much ajfecled.) God blefs you and reward you
for your kind-heartednefs ! — Do you hear mother (Wil-
helmina nods her head) — Do you like any of thefe things?
(Wilhelmina makes a motion with her hand declining them)
She does not fancy them — is there no phyfician in the
neighbourhood ?
Cottager. There's a horfe doctor lives in the village—-
but I never in my life faw any other.
Fred.
16 THE NATURAL SON ;
Fred. Oh God what fhall I do ! — fhe will die in my
arms — merciful God, take pity on me ! — Kind people
pray for us — pray l entreat you ! I cannot pray myfelf.
Wilhel. (with a broken voice,) Be comforted dear
Frederick — I am well— I am only faint, very faint — a
glafs of good wine—
Fred. Yes mother ! — immediately mother — directly !
But, oh God where fhall I procure it ! — no money—
none, not a doit.
Wife. Look you here, hufband — did you carry the
money for the rent yefterday to the fteward ?
Cottager. Yes, indeed, the more's the pity. What
can be done ! — It is true, as I am an honeft man, that
I have not a fingle doit in the houfe.
Fred. I will — I will beg — and if I cannot fucceed by
begging, I will rob ! — Good people, take care of my poor
mother — do what you are able ! — give her what help
you can !-~I will foon return. (Rujhes out of the houfe.)
SCENE II. Wilhelmina, the Cottager, and his
Wife.
Cottager. Should he but ftep to our paftor, he*ll give
fomething for certain.
Wilhel. Does the worthy old paftor then ftill live ?
Wife. Alas no ! — The good old gentleman ! — it has
pleafed God to take him — he died two years ago, worn
out and weary of life.
Cottager. He went out like a lamp.
Wife, (wiping her eyes) We have reafon enough to
weep for him.
Cottager, (with tears alfo) He was our father.
Wilhel. (extremely ajfefted) Our father !
Wife. We fhall never have fuch another.
Cottager. Well, well ! let every man have his due —
we rauft not cry down any body. Our prefent paftor is
alfo a worthy good man.
Wife. Yes, indeed, hufband — but very young.
Cottager. 'Tis true, one can't look up to him with quite
fo much refpeel — our hearts don't take to him fo rea-
dily— but our old paftor himfelf, you know, was once
young.
Wife.
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Wife, (to Wilhelmina) This gentleman was tutor in
the family, and my lord the Baron was fo well fatisfied
with him, that he made him our paftor.
Cottager. And well he might be fatisfied ; for to be
fure our young lady, God blefs her, is a charming, af-
fable creature.
Wife. Not at all proud. When {he comes to church,
ihe nods her head round to all the countrywomen, firft
to one and then to another.
Cottager. And when {becomes into the pew, {beholds
her fan before her face, and prays with fuch devotion !
Wife. And during the fermon, fhe never once turns
away her eyes from the paftor.
Wilhel. (with emotion) And who is this young lady ?
Cottager. The daughter of my lord the Baron.
Wilhel. Is {he here, then ?
Wife. Here! — yes, to be fure! — did not you know
that r — Next Friday it will be five weeks fince his lord-
ihip made his entry into the Caftle, bag and baggage.
Wilhel. Baron Wildenhain ?
Wife. Yes, my lord himfelf.
Wilhel. And his lady ?
Cottager. Oh, no ; her ladyfhip is dead. They
lived fome hundred miles oft, in Franconia; and
while her ladymip was alive, my lord never came
amongft us. That has frequently been a great lofs
to us. (Speaking in a fort of ivhifper.) She was a proud
kind of lady, with a heap of fancies. Well, well, we
fhould not fpeak ill of the dead. The Baron is ftill a
very good kind of gentleman ; — fcarcely had my lady
cloied her eyes, when he refolved immediately to leave
the place, and returned to Wildenhain. And well he
might, for this is his native place ; — here he grew up to
manhood j many a time has he joined in our country
fports, and has often danced with my wife on a Sun-
day evening under the lime-trees. Don't you re-
member it, Bet ?
Wife. O yes, to be fure, I may well remember it.
The young gentleman ufed to wear a red coat, and fine
buckles fet withfparkling ftones.
Cottager. Afterwards, indeed, when he became an of-
ficer, he turned out rather wild ; but young folks mult
Cow their wild oats j the foil was naturally good, but
D the
18 THE NATURAL SON;
the richefl earth, you know, will fometimes beaf
weeds.
Wife. But do you remember, hufband, what a piece
of work he made with Boettcher's Minny ? — That was
not right.
Cottager. Hufh, wife ! we muft not bring up fuch old
ftories. Befides, we don't know that he was the father
of her child ; (he never faid fo.
Wife. Well, for all that, I'd lay my Sunday gown
and laced cap that he was the man, and nobody elfe. —
No, no, hufband, you muft not defend that — that was
wicked. Who knows whether the poor creature has not
died of hunger and grief — and her poor father, old
Boettcher, he might have lived longer, if he had not been
(o heart-broken about it. (Wilhelmina faints.)
Cottager, (firji perceiving her) Bet ! Bet I — Help 1
Zounds, help !
Wife. Ah ! my God ! — poor woman !
Cottager. Quick, quick, carry her into the chamber ;
lay her on the bed — and then we'll go and fetch the
pallor, for file fcarccly can live till morning.
(They carry her in.)
SCENE III. J Room in the Baron 's Cajlle.
The Br eakfafl -table is fet out> a lighted Candle and a Roll
of wax Taper on the Table,
The Baron enters in his night gown.
Baron. Sleeps the Count ftill ?
Servant. No, my lord ; his hair is already drefled.
Baron. I fu {peeled fo ; the whole houfe is fcented witk
poudre a la Marechalle. Call my daughter hither. (The
fervant goes out, the Baron fills his pipe and lights it.) —
It feems to me that the old privy-counfellor has faddled
me with a complete coxcomb ; whatever he fays and
does, is as filly and conceited as his countenance. — No%
I will not be precipitate — my Amelia is too dear tome
for that; — I muft flift know the young gentleman a little
better, and not for the lake of an ancient friendfhip make
my daughter unhappy. The poor girl innocently fays
yes, arid ftie will do as her father pleafes, and he under-
ftands
A PLAY. 19
ftarids thefe things better than herfelf. Pity, pity, in-
deed, that the girl war. not a boy ! — Pity that the name
of Wildenhain muft be extinct, even as the flame which
I now blow out. — (He blozvs out the candle with which he
had lighted his pipe.) All my fine eftates, my glorious
profpe<Sts, my honeft, well-conditioned tenants — all,
all muft pafs into foreign hands !-— 'tis to be regretted —
much to be regretted !
SCENE IV. Enter Amelia in a loofe morning drefs.
Amelia, (kijjing the Baron's hand) Good morrow, dear
father.
Baron. Good morrow, my daughter. You have flept
well, I hope ?
Amelia. Oh! yes.
. Baron. You have, indeed, flept well ? Not been at
all difturbed ?
Amelia. No — only the gnats made rather a humming
in my ears.
Baron. The gnats ! Well, that does not much fig-
nify. We muft only fmoke a bough of" juniper in the
room. 'Tis eafier to drive away gnats than maggots.
Amelia. If you want to drive them away, 'tis only to
boil fome peas with a little quickiilver, and that will kill
them.
Baron, (laughing) Well, well, it will be happy for
you, Amelia, ifvou never know any other maggots than
what a plate of peas will kill.
Amelia. Oh, you mean maggots in the head ! No, no,
I have none of them.
Baron. So much the better. What, indeed, mould a
young, lively girl of fixteen like you, have to do with
maggots in her head. You have a father who loves you
tenderly, and a fuitor who begs permidion to love you.
How do you like the Count von der Mulde ?
Amelia. Very well.
Baron. Do you not bluih when I name him?
Amelia, (feeling her cheeks) No.
Baron. No! — Humph! — And you have not dreamt of
him ?
Amelia. No.
Baron. You did not dream at all, perhaps ?
D 2 AmAia.
20 THE NATURAL SON;
Jmelia. (conftdering) Oh ! yes, I dreamt of OUT
paftor.
Baron. Aha ! as he flood before you, and afked you
for the ring ?
Jmelia. Oh, no ! not fo. — I dreamt that we were ftill
in Francor.ia, and he was ftill my tutor, and was about
to depart, and that I wept' bitterly.
Baron. And that your father laughed, and your mother
fcclded ? — Is it not true I — Yes, yes, it was a foolifh
fcene. — It is ftill perfectly in my remembrance.
Jmelia. And when I waked, my eyes were really wet.
Baron. Hear me, Amelia ! When you dream again of
t}ie paftor, let it be that he flood at the altar, and yoa
and the Count flood before him, and exchanged rings *.
What think you of that ?
Jmelia. I will moll certainly, dear father, if you com-
mand it.
Baron. The devil ! — No, I do not command it ! — But
I wifh to know whether you love him ? You know you
faw him at the ball, when we fpent a few days -in town
lafl winter.
Jmelia. Should I then love every body whom I fee at
a ball ?
Baron. Amelia ! Amelia ! Do not be ftupid ! — I mean,
that at that time the Count von cer Mulde fimpered and
ogled with you — danced an elegant minuet or two to-
gether— he poured eau de mille Jieurs upon your pocket-
handkerchief, and God knows what he was talking about
all the time.
Jmelia. God knows, indeed ! — I'm fure I remember
nothing about it.
Baron. Nothing ?
Jmelia. If it would be a fatisfaclion to you, I will en-
deavour to recollect as much as I can.
Baron. No, no, there is no occafion. What one is
forced to try to recollect, can only be brought forth from
a corner of the memory, not from the recefies of the
heart. You do not then love him ?
Jmelia. I believe not.
* In Germany, it is the practice, in the marriage ceremony,
for the bride and bridegroom to exchange rings. T.
Baron.
A PLAY. 21
Baron, (afidd) I believe not too. — Yet I wifh to
make you underftand the connection between his vifit
and my queftions. His father is a privy-counfellor — a
man of wealth and rank — of wealth and rank ! doft thou
hear ?
Amelia. Yes, dear father — if you command it. ■ But
our paftor always told me that I mould not regard fuch
things j that wealth and rank are mere gifts of chance.
Baron. Well, well, he is right enough in that. But if
it fo happen that wealth and rank go hand in hand with
merit, then they are an advantage. You underftand me ?
Amelia. Perfectly. (With fimpli city, and without any
apparent defign.) And is that the cafe with the Count
von der Mulde ?
Baron, (embarrajfed.) Humph ! — His father has ren-
dered the State important fervices ; — he is my old friend —
he forwarded my fuit with your mother, and I have great
obligations to him ; andbecaufe he fo earneftly wiffres for
a marriage between you and his ion — and becaufe he fup-
pofes that in time you will love the young man fo ar-
dently-
Amelia. Does he fuppofe that ?
Baron. Yes. But it appears to me that you are not
of the fame opinion ?
Amelia. Not entirely. Still, if you command, dear
father
Baron. The devil U— I tell you that one mud not com-
mand in fuch things ; a marriage without love is like
flavery in the galleys ; — none but congenial minds {hould
be united — I would not pair a nightingale with a finch. If
you like each other, be it fo — if not, here let the matter
reft. (More calmly.) Attend, my Amelia! — the whole
of the affair is this — can you, or can you not, love this
man? If you cannot, then we muft fend him back with
a refufal.
Amelia. Dear father, it appears to me that I never fhall
love him. I have read fo much in romances about love,
how ftrange and wonderful ate its effects
Baron. Hey! what! Don't prattle to me of your ro-
mances! they are the devil, indeed! — they tell you a
parcel of nonfenfe, that never can ftand the teft of expe-
rience. But ftop !— I will put a few queftions to you—
anfwer them with nnccrity, Amelia — with ftrict fincerity.
Amelia.
22 THE NATURAL SON;
Amelia. I have never anfwered you otherwife.
Baron. Are you pleafed when you hear people talk of
the Count ?
Amelia. Good or ill ?
Baron. Good, good ?
Amelia. Oh, yes. I am always pleafed when I hear
good of any man.
Baron. But are you not elated when you hear him
mentioned ? (She Jhakes her head.) Are you not embar-
rafied? (She /hakes her head.) Do you not wifh fome-
times that he mould be made the fubject of converfation,
yet have not courage to begin talking of him yourfelf ?
(She Jhakes her head.) Would you not defend him, if
you mould hear him calumniated ?
Amelia. Oh, certainly, if I could. Our paflor
Baron. Pfhaw ! Pfhaw ! we won't talk about our paftor
at prefent. — How do you feel when you fee the Count ?
Amelia. Very well.
Baron. Don't you feed any palpitation as he approaches
you ?
Amelia. No. (Hajlily recolletting herfelf.) Yes, I did
once.
Baron. Aha ! — now it's coming out.
Amelia. It was at the ball, when he trod on my foot.
Baron. Don't be foolifh, Amelia !- — Don't you cad
down your eyes when he addrefles you ?
Amelia. I never caft my eyes down before any body.
Baron. Do you not play with your apron or handker-
chief, when he is talking to you ?
Amelia. No.
Baron. Does not your face glow when he makes you a
fine fpeech, referring perhaps to love or marriage ?
1 Amelia. Did he ever fay any thing of that kind to me ?
'Tis more than I recoiled!:.
Baron. Humph! humph! (After a paufe.) Have
you not fometimes yawned while he was talking to
you ?
Amelia. No, dear father — that is not polite.
Baron. But were you ever difpofed to yawn ?
Amelia. Oh yes, dear father.
Baron. So ! — then there is little hope. — Do you think
him handfome ?
Amelia. I don't know.
Baron.
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Baron. Do not you know what beauty is ? — or do you
not know whether you think him handfome ?
* Amelia. I never particularly examined him.
Baron. Bad again. — How did you feel when he came
yefterday evening ?
Amelia. I was vexed ; — for at the very time the fervant
fo unfeafonably called me, I was walking with our paftor
on the little romantic hill.
Baron. Unfeafonably ! — Humph ! Well, only one
more queftion. — Have you not undefignedly drafted your
hair this morning with unufual care, and fele<5ted a par-
ticularly becoming defhabille ?
Amelia, (furveying herfelf) This is not dirty yet, dear
father ; I only wore it yefterday and the day before.
Baron, (af.de) Here is, indeed, little profpect of fuccefs!
Well, my dear child, the Count, then, is indifferent to vou ?
Amelia. Why, yes — unlefs you command —
Baron, (warmly) Liften to me, Amelia ! — If you
repeat again your damned command^ I may be tempt-
ed perhaps to command indeed. (More mildly.) To
fee you happv, my child, is my earner!: wifh, and com-
mands cannot produce happinefs. iMarriage is a very in-
harmonious duet, if the tones are ill alToned ; therefore
the great Compofer has planted in our hearts the pure
harmony of love. I'll tell you what, Amelia, I will fend
the paftor to you.
Amelia, (joyfully) The paftor \
Baron. He fhall inftruct: you in the duties of the
marriage ftate ; for that office a clergyman is better qua-
lified than a father. — Then examine yourfelf ; and if
you believe that the Count is the man towards whom
your heart can fulfil thefe duties, in God's name marry
him. — Till then I fay no more, (calls) Henry ! (a
fervant enters) Go to the paftor, and defire him, if
he be difengaged, to come hither for a quarter of an
hour. (The fervant is going.)
.Amelia. And tell him, I wifh him a good morning.
Baron, (looking at his watch) My young gentleman
takes a devilifh time for dreffing, methinks. Come,
Amelia, pour out the tea.
(Amelia fits down at the tea-table.)
Baron. What fort of weather have we? — Have you
put your head out of the window this morning Amelia ?
Amelia.
24 THE NATURAL SON;
Amelia. Oh, I was in the garden by five o'clock ; it
is indeed a moit charming morning.
Baron. One may then take an hour's fhootingj I
know not what elfe to do with my gentleman — he
fatigues me terribly. Ha ! here he comes !
SCENE V. Enter Count von der mulde.
Count. Ah, hon jour mon colonel ! — Dear young lady,
I kifs your hand. (Amelia curtjies.)
Baron. Good morrow ! good morrow ! Why, count,
it is almoft noon. In the country one is ufed to rife
earlier.
Count. *Pardonnez, mon colonel I — I have been up
ever fince fix o'clock ; but my homme de cbambre has
been guilty of a betife, which has quite driven me to
defpair — a lofs which pour le moment cannot be repaired.
Baron. Aye I aye ! 1 am forry indeed for that. (Amelia
ejfers htm tea.)
Count, (taking it) I am your moft humble flave! Is
it Hebe herfelf, or Venus in la place of Hebe ? [Amelia
looks at him farcajlically.)
Baron, (rather peevijhiy) Neither Venus, nor Hebe,
but Amelia Wi'denhain with your permiffion. But
may I be informed of your lofs ?
Count. Oh, my God ! help me to banifh the trifle
remembrance, I am envelope in a maze of perplexities.
I am afraid I muft even be obliged to write a letter upon
the occafion.
Baron. What ? Is the misfortune really fo great ?
Count, (fipping his tea) 'Tis abfolute nectar, moft
divine young lady! but could it be otherwife from your
fair hands ?
Baron. Indeed this nectar was fold to me for plain
congou tea.
Amelia. But, my good count, you do not tell us what
you have loft ? *
Baron, (ajide) His understanding ! —
Count. You command — your flave obeys. But in
doing this you tear open wounds, which even the fight
* The reader fhould underftand, that fine gentlemen in Ger-
many as in England, afiect to introduce phrafes of bad French
into familiar conversation. T.
of
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©f you had fcarcely healed. My homme de chambre—
the vaut-rien ! — Oh the man is a mauvais fujet. As he
was packing up my things the day before yefterday, I
faid to him, " Henri " faid I, " Yonder, on that win-
dow ftands a little pot of pommade" You underftand
me, moft charming lady, I faid to him mod emphatically,
M forget it not upon any confideration, let it be packed
up." I rq?eated it three times, nay, I believe, four
times — " You know, Henri" I faid, " that I am
undone without this po?nmade" — for you will underftand,
madam, they cannot make pornmadc here in Germany,
they know not how to give it Fodeur — it is incomparable.
I can allure you, madam, it comes tout droit from Paris,
the author is parfumeur du roi. More than once, when
I have been dejour * at her highnefs the princefs Adelaide,
me has afked, where I could get mypommade, " for count,"
fhe faid, " the whole chambre is par fume when you
are with me dejour. Now only imagine, moft charming-
lady, et vous mon colonel, the fellow totally forgot the
pommade, there it ftands upon the window full, as I am
a true cavalier.
Amelia. (f?7iiling) Dreadful indeed !
Baron. Unlefs the mice mould have feafted upon it.
Count. Et voila encore, mon colonel, another raifon which
drives me to defperation. Would you believe it, this
fellow, this Henri, has been thirty years in our fervice !
For thirty years has he been provided in our family with
every thing for which a man of his extraclion can have oc-
cafion, and what does he now in return ?- — forgets my
pommade — leaves it {landing on the window — as i am a
vrai cavalier*. O del! and the German mice will
perhaps gormandize upon the moft delicate parfum that
all France can produce. But it was impoffible to reftrain
mon indignation ; I inftantly difcharged him.
Baron, (throwing himfelf back) A fervant who had
lived with you thirty years !
Count. Oh be not uneafy ! I have another in petto — an
excellent fervant indeed! he drefles hair like a deity.
Amelia. And poor Henri mult be turned away for fuch
a trifle !
* Dejour fignifies the cuftom which prevailed in France, of
ladies being attended by gentlemen at their toilets. T.
E Count.
, s*6 THE NATURAL SON;
Count. What fay you, charming lady ? a Bagatelle?
Amelia. Deprive a poor man of his bread !
Count. My God, how can I do lefs ? Has he not
deprived me of my pommade f
Amelia. May I not plead for him ?
Count. Your fentiments tranfport me ! but your good-
nefs muft not be abufe. The man has quantite of chil-
dren, who in the courfe of time, when they are arrived
at an age mur will be able to maintain their blockhead of
a father.
Amelia. And has he a family too ? Oh, I entreat you
moft earneftly, count, not to difcharge him !
Count. Vous etes aimable, divine creature ! — tres aim-
able! — You command, your flave obeys. Henri fhall
come and kifs the fkirt of your garment.
Baron, (ajide, rubbing his hands impatiently) No ! that
is not to be borne !■ — away with the coxcomb ! {to the
count) What fay you, count, to taking an hour's {hoot-
ing before dinner ?
Count, (kijjing the ends of his fingers) Bravo ! mon
colonel ! a charmant thought \ I accept the party with
pleafure. Madame, you will then have a fight of my
elegant fhooting-drefs. You will find it in the very
neweft tafte. I had it made up on purpofe pour cette
occajion. And my gun, monfieur le colonel, the flock is
fet with mother-of-pearl, you never faw any thing
finifhed with fuperior gout ; my arms are carved upon
it.
Baron (drily) Can you fhoot ?
Count. I never was out a (hooting but once in my life*,
and I cannot fay then that I had the fortune to attraper
any thing.
Baron. My gun is but an old and dull looking one to
he fure — but it brings down every bird at which 'tis aim'd.
Enter a Servant.. The paftor attends^ fir.
Baron. Well then, haften, count, and put on your
elegant fhooting-drefs, I will be with you quickly.
Count. I fly. My deareft lady, it is unfacrifice due to
your father, thus to tear myfelfaway for a while from
his aimable daughter. (Exit.)
Baron. Hear me, Amelia ! — It is fcarcely neceflary
that I mould talk with the paftor, and he afterwards talk
with you. But ftill, as he is here, leave us together —
5 I have
A P L A Y. 27
X have other matters on which I wifti to confer with
him.
Amelia, {going) Dear father, I do not think I ever
fhall love the count.
Baron. As you pleafe.
Amelia {meeting the paftor with a complacent fmile) Good
morrow! good morrow! dear fir. {Exit.)
SCENE VI. The Baron, the Pastor.
Paftor. I wait your lordfhip's commands.
Baron. Excufe me if I have fent for you at an incon-
venient time, a few words will comprize my bufinefs —
I yefterday received a miferable tranflation from the
French, which came from the prefs about twenty years
ago. I myfelf poflefs a very elegant German original,
of which, it is no vanity to fay, that I am the author. —
Now I am folicited to ftrike my name out of the original,
and bind it up together with this contemptible tranflation
— and I wifli to afk you, as corre£tor of my work, your
opinion upon the fubje£t.
Paftor. Indeed, my lord, I do not underftand yo.ur
allegory.
Baron. No I 1 am forry for that, I thought I had
framed it fo dexteroufly — but in fhort then, the young
Count von der Mulde is here, and would fain marry
my daughter.
Pa/lor. (ftarts but foon recovers himfelf) Indeed!
Baron. He is a gentleman of the privy-chamber---
but nothing elfe upon God's earth. He is — he is — in
fhort, I like him not.
Paftor. (rather eagerly) And your daughter ?
Baron, (imitating her) As you command — if you com-
mand— what you command — Well, well, but I think
you know me fufficiently to believe, that on fuch an oc-
cafion I would not lay any commands — yet, if the man's
head were not fo totally empty, and his heart were right,
I mould have no objection ; for his father is my old
friend, and the match in other refpedls advantageous.
Paftor. In other refpedts, my Lord ? — what then re-
mains to one, whofe head and heart are good for no-
thing.
E 2 Barovt
28 THE NATURAL SON;
Baron. I only mean with refpeft to rank and for-
tune. My friend, I will explain to you my ideas upon
this fubie&. If Amelia loved another, I fhould not
wafte a Tyllable upon the fubject, I would only afk who
he is ? — is all right here? (pointing to his heart). If the
anfwers were fatisfactory, in God's name they mould
have my blefling. But Amelia does not love any other
man, which circumftance alters the cafe entirely.
Paftor. And never will love another.
Baron. Truly that is a different queftion. — But un-
derftand me. I dp not mean to perfift in this, I would
only do what is incumbent on me not to offend the old
Count von der Mulde, by refufing to honour the bill of
exchange, which he has drawn for my daughter ; for I
have already received the value in friendihip from him ;
therefore I wifh you to talk with my child, and explain
to her the duties of the marriage ftate, and this done, afk
her, whether flie be inclined to take upon herfelf thofe
duties as the wife of the young Count : if {lie anfwer in
the negative, 'tis enough — fhe mail be urged no farther.
What think you of this ?
Paftor. I- — yes— certainly. — J underftand you well—
I will talk with the young lady.
Baron. Yes, yes, do fo ! (he fetches a deep figh.) Ah !
one weight is now removed from my mind, but another
hangs more heavily upon it, and opprefles it more
grievoufiy. You underftand me — No fuccefs yet, my
friend? ftill no intelligence?
Paftor. I have fought it with all diligence, but hi-
therto in vain.
Baron. Believe me, this has occafioned me many a
fleeplefs night. How often is a man guilty of errors in
his youth, which in age he would give all he pof-
fefTes, could they be obliterated. How does he thus lay
up a ftore of mifery to corrode the happinefs of his fu-
ture life, fince the retrofpecr. of the paft, and the hopes
and profpec~f.s of the future are infeparably linked toge-
ther. Is the view behind us darken'd o'er with clouds,
fo furely mufl we encounter ftorms as we proceed on-
wards in our courfe. Well, well, we will hope the
beft. Farewell, my friend, I am going a mooting. In
the mean time make your experiment, and remember to
{fjne with me. [Exit^
Paftor.
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Paftor. (alone) What a commiffion ! — to me ? (looking
anxiou/ly around) If I mould meet with her directly ! — ,
No, I muft firft colledT: myfelf — prepare myfelf for the
interview — at prefent it is impoflible to encounter it. —
A walk in the fields, and a devout prayer to heaven —
then will I return — but ah, the inJlruSior alone muft
come hither, the man I muft leave at home. [Exit.
$ND OF THE SECOND ACT.
ACT
3« THE NATURAL SON;
ACT III.
SCENE I. An open Country,
Enter Frederick alone, holding fame Pieces of Money
in the Palm of his Hand.
RETURN with thefe few pieces? — Return to fee
my mother die ? — No, no, rather plunge into the
water at once — rather run on to the end of the world.
Ah, my feet feem clogged — I cannot advance — I can-
not recede — the fight of yonder ftraw-roofed cottage,
where refts my fuffering mother ! — why muft I always
turn my eyes that way ? — am I not furrounded by ver-
dant fields and fmiling meadows ? why muft my looks
be ftill drawn irrefiftibly towards that cot which contains
all my joys, all my forrows ! (looks with anguijh at the
money) Man ! man ! is this your bounty ? this piece
was given me by the rider of a ftately horfe followed by
a fervant, whole livery glittered with filver; — this, by
a fentimental lady who had alighted from her carriage to
gaze at the country, defcribe it, and print her defcrip-
tion. " Yon cottage," faid I to her, while my tears in-
terrupted me — " It is very pi&urefque" {he anfwered,
and fkipped into her carriage. This was given me by
a fat prieft, enveloped in a large bufliy wig, who, at the
fame time, reviled me as an ialer, a vagabond, and thus
took away the merit of his gift. This Dreyer (ex-
tremely affeSted) a beggar gave me unafked j — he fhared
with me his mite, and, at the fame time, gave me God's
bleffing. Oh! at the awful day of retribution, how many
fold will this dreyer be repaid by the all-righteous Judge !
(He paufes and looks again at the money) what can I
purchafe with this paltry fum ? Hardly will it pay for the
nails of my poor mother's CQifin.~4carcely buy a rope
to
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to hang myfelf ! (He cajls a wijbful look towards the dif-
tant country) There infultingly rife the ftately towers
of the prince's refidence ; — fhall I go thither ? there im-
plore pity ? — Oh no ! flie dwells not in cities — the cot-
tage of the poor is her palace— -the heart of the poor her
Temple. Well then, mould a recruiting officer pafs by,
for five rix-dollars paid on the fpot, he fhall have a flout
and vigorous recruit. Five rix-dollars ! Oh what a fum !
yet on how many a card may fuch a fum be flaked, even
at this moment ! (wipes the fweat from his forehead) Fa-
ther ! Father ! on thee fall thefe drops of anguifh ! — on
thee the defpair of a fellow creature, and all its dreadful
confequences ! — yet God forbid that thou fhouldft languifh
in vain for pardon in another world, as my wretched mo-
ther languimes in this for a drop of wine, (a hunting
horn is heard at a dijlance, — a gun is fired, — -fucceeded by
the " Halloo, Halloo" to the hounds ; feveral dogs run
ever the ft age, Frederick looks around) Hunters ! Noble-
men probably! Well then, now to beg once more! — to
beg for my mother ! — Oh God ! God ! grant that I may
meet with companionate hearts !
SCENE II. Enter the Baron and the Count.
Baron. (Waiting a few moments for the Count who fol-
lows him out of breath) Quick, quick, Count ! — Ha,
ha ! — that was a curfed blunder indeed — the hounds have
loft the fcent now and won't recover it again.
Count, (panting for breath) Tant mieux, tant mieux f
man colonel ! — then one may take a little breath, {fup-
ports himfelf on his gun. The Baron retires into the back
ground and looks after the hounds ; — Frederick advances
with hefitatibn to the Count. )
Fred. Noble Sir! I entreat alms of you!
Count, {eyeing him from head to foot) Comment mon ami?
—you are a damned impertinent fellow, you have limbs
like Hercule, — your moulders are equal to the Cretan
Milo's j — I'll lay a wager you have ftrength enough to
carry an Ox.
Fred. If your Iordfhip would permit me to make the
experiment.
Count. Our police is not careful enough of idlers and
vagabonds.
Fred,
32 THE NATURAL SON;
Fred, [with a Jignificant look) So it appears to me !
[turns to the Baron who comes forward) Noble Sir, have
compaffion on a wretched fori who begs for a fick mo-
ther !
Baron, (puts his hand into his pocket and gives him a
irijie) It would be more proper, young man, to work for
your fick mother.
Fred. Willingly, willingly, would I work for her,
but at thi» moment the neceflity is too urgent — Pardon
me, noble Sir, but what you have given me is not
iufficient ?
Baron, (furprized and miling) Not fufKcient ?
Fred. By God it is not !
Baron. This is fingular ! however, I fhall give n«
more.
Fred. If you have any humanity give me a florin.
Baron. This is the firft time that I ever heard a beg-
gar prefcribe what I mould give him.
Fred. Oh, for heaven^s fake, noble Sir, give me a florin !
you will refcue a fellow-creature from deipair !
Baron. You are befide yourfelf, my friend. — Come
along Count.
Count. Allons, mon Colonel!
Fred. For the love of God, my Lord, give a florin !
You will fave the lives of two unhappy wretches ! (as he
fees the Baron moving ojf he kneels to him) a florin, noble
Sir ! you can never purchafe the falvation of a man at a
cheaper rate. (The Baron moves onward^ Frederick rujhcs
wildly with his drawn fword upon the Barony and feizes
him by the collar.) Your money or your life.
Baron, (agitated) How! what! halloo! help! help!
thieves ! (feveral huntfmen rujh in and difarm Frederick—
the Count running off.)
Fred. Oh God ! what have I done !
Baron. Bear him away ! take heed of him ! confine
him in the tower! — I fhall follow immediately.
Fred, (kneeling) Only grant me one petition my Lord \
I have forfeited my life, do with me what you will, but
oh aflift, I entreat you aflift, my poor mother ! fhe
languifhes for want in yonder cottage — fend thither and
learn the truth ! 'twas for my mother I drew my fword,
for her would I fhed every drop of my blood.
Baron.
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Baron. Away with him to the tower ! keep him on
bread and water.
Fred, (as he is borne off by the buntfmen) Accurfed be
my father that he ever gave me exiftence ! [Exeunt.
Baron, (to another huntfman)) Francis — haften to the
village — If in the firft, the fecond, or the third houfe,
you find a poor fick woman, give her this purfe.
Huntfrn. Very well, my Lord. [Exit.
Baron. Upon my foul this is a raoft extraordinary ad-
venture ! there is fomething noble in the young fellow's
countenance mould it prove true that he begged for
his mother — for his mother's fake robbed upon the high-
way ! — Well, well, we muft investigate the matter — this
would indeed be a fubjecT: for one of Meiffner's (ketches.
[Exit.
SCENE III. A Room in the Baron's Caftle.
Amelia, (alone) Why am I thus reftlefs ? What can
be the matter with me ? — I did not mean to come into
this room — I meant to go into the garden. (Jhe is
goings but immediately returns.) No, I will not go-
Yes, but I think I will — I will fee whether my
auriculas are yet in flower, or whether the apple-
kernels which our paftor lately fowed are come up. —
— Oh, they muft be come up! [returning again) "Then
if any body mould come to fpeak with me, I fhall not
be in the way, but muft be called and fought for. — No,
better remain, here — yet the time will feem very tedi-
ous, (Jhe pulls a nofegay to pieces) Hark ! did I not hear
the houfe-door open ? No, it was only the wind — r
will look at my canary-birds. But fuppofe any body
fhould come, and not find me in the vifiting room ? Yet
who is likely to come? What makes my cheeks burn
thus. (She paufcs and begins to weep) What have I to
complain of? (fobbing) why then fhould I weep?
SCENE IV. Enter the Pastor.
Amelia, [cheers up and wipes her eyes) Ah ! good
morning, dear Tutor ! — Paftor 1 would fay — but you
will pardon me, I have been fo accuftomed to call you
Tutor.
F Paftor.
34 THE NATURAL SON ; ' ,
Pajior. Call me fo ftill, dear madam, I (hall always
hear it with pleafure from your mouth.
Amelia. Indeed !
Pajior. Yes, indeed ! — Am I miftaken ? or have you
not been weeping ?
Amelia. Oh, 'tis nothing — a few tears only.
Pajior. Yet they are tears — may one afk what can
have called them forth ?
Amelia. I know not.
Pajior. Perhaps thinking of your deceafed mother ?
Amelia. I might fay yes — but
Pajior. A fecret, perhaps — I would not be intrufive.
— Pardon me, madam, that I come hither at fo unufual
an hour — I am commiflioned by your Father.
Amelia., You are welcome to me at all times.
Pajior, Indeed ! am I really fo ? — Oh, Amelia
Amelia. My father teaches me, that he who forms
the heart and mind, is more one's benefactor, than he
who merely gives one life (cajling dozvn her eyes) my
father fays fo, and my heart feels it.
Pajior. How fweetly does this moment repay me for
eight years exertion.
Amelia. 1 was a wild girl — often have I feverely tried
your patience — it is no more than juft that I mould love
you in return.
Pajior. (ajide) Oh God! (in a faultering, hefitating
manner) I — I — come from my Lord, your father-— with
a commiffion — will you fit down ?
Amelia, (fetches him a chair hajlily) Sit down yourfelf
— I had rather ftand.
Pajior. (pujhing back the chair) Count von der Mulde
— is come hither —
Amelia. Yes.
Pajior. Do you know with what intention ?
Amelia. To marry me.
Pajior. That is indeed his wifh (very earncjily) But,
believe me, madam, your father would on no account
conftrain you — no, he would by no means ufe compulfion.
Amelia. Ah, I know that well
Pa/tor. But he wifhes — he defires to afcertain your
inclination — I come to confult your inclination
Amelia. Towards the Count r
Pa/tor.
A P L A Y. 35
Pa/tor. Yes — no — rather on the fubjecl: of matrimo-
ny in general.
Amelia. What I am ignorant of, muff be indifferent
to me — I know nothing- of the marriage ftate.
Pa/tor. For that very reafon I wait upon you, ma-
dam, it is the fubjedr. of my commiflion from your fa-
ther. He wifhes me to lay before you the agreeable and
difagreeable fides of fuch a condition.
Amelia. Begin then with the difagreeable, the beft
fhall be referved to the laft.
Pa/tor. With the difagreeable ? — Oh, madam, when
two affectionate congenial hearts unite; the marriage
ftate has then no difagreeable fide. Hand in hand the
happy pair journey through life. Where they find their
path occafionally ftrewed o'er with thorns, diligently
and cheerfully they clear their way. If a ftream crofs
their fteps, the ftronger bears the weaker over : or if a
rock is to be climbed, the ftronger takes the weaker by
the hand : — patience and love are their companions.
What would be impracticable to one, to their united ef-
forts proves but fport and when they have reached
the fummit, the weaker wipes the fweat from the brows
of her more vigorous partner. Their joys their pains
are never divided guefts, nor can one ever experience
a pang of forrow while tranfport warms the bofom of
the other. A fmile illumines the countenance of both j
or tears diftil from both their eyes. But their raptures are
more lively and exftatic than fingle unparticipated joy;
their forrow lefs corroding than folitary woe : for par-
ticipation enhances the one, and alleviates the other.
Thus their whole life refembles a beautiful fummer's
day ; beautiful, eyen though a tranfient fhower may in-
tervene : — for fhowers rerrefh the face of nature, anci
the fun appears with added luftre when it breaks out anew.
And when the evening of their day draws on, it finds
them furrounded with flowers, which they themfelves
hv planted and reared, patiently awaiting the approach
of night. Then, then, indeed for night will come
the one takes the lead and firft lies down to fleep,
and happy that one, to whofe lot it falls : the fur-
vivor wanders in melancholy folitude weeping at not
being allowed to fleep alfo. And this is the only dif*
agreeable feature of fuch a marriage.
F 2 Amelia.
36 THE NATURAL SON ;
Amelia. Oh, I will marry !
Paftor. Right, madam, this picture is alluring, but
recoiled: that 'tis a picture for which two affectionate,
congenial hearts fat as the models. But if motives of
mere convenience (what the world generally terms pru-
dence) if parental authority, rafhnefs or caprice, tie the
bonds of hymen, then, alas ! the ftate of matrimony
has no agreeable fide. No longer free and unfhackled
man and woman walk with light and airy fteps, but vic-
tims of a late repentance drag along their galling chains.
Satiety is depicted on each brow. Images of loft hap-
pirfefs, painted in ftronger colours by imagination's de-
lufive hand, and more tempting in proportion as they
are unattainable. — Sanguine and romantic hopes, which
haply might never have been realized if this marriage
had not taken place, but the practicability of which the
mind holds certain, if the parties were not fettered
by wedlock. Thefe ideas inceflantly harafs the foul,
and condemn them to actual fuffering, where otherwife
patience Only would have been called into exertion.
Gradually they accuftom themfelves to contemplate their
irkfome companion as the hateful caufe of all the evils
which befal them. Gall infufes itfelf into their converfa-
tion, coldnefs into their carefTes. To none are they more
captious, from none more apt to take offence, than from their
wedded partner : and what would yield them delight in a
itranger is viewed with apathy in the perfon of their neareft
connection. In this manner, with averted face and down-,
caft eyes, the haplefs pair drag on through life, till at length
one lies down to fleep : then exultingly the furvivor
lifts the head and triumphantly exclaims, u Liberty !
Liberty !" — And this forms the only pleafmg feature in
fuch a marriage.
Amelia. I will not marry !
Paftor. That is in other words to fay I will not love.
Amelia. Ha ! — yes — I will marry — for I will love^— I
love already.
Paftor. [extremely confufed) Indeed !- — You love the
Count von der Mulde ?
Amelia. Oh no ! no ! — away With the fool (taking
both his hands with the moft cordial familiarity) I love
you.
Paftor. Madam, for God's fake !
Amelia.
A PLAY. 37
Amelia. And you will I marry.
P after. Me !
Amelia . Yes, you, dear tutor.
Paftor. Amelia! — you forget
Amelia. What do I forget ?
Paftor. That you are of noble extraction*
Amelia. What fignifies that ?
Pajlor. Oh, Heavens! — No, that cannot be.
Amelia. If you have an affection for me ?
Pajlor. I love you as my life.
Amelia. Well, then, marry me.
Pajlor. Oh, fpare me, Amelia ! — I am a minifter of
religion, 'tis true — that gives me much fortitude — but
ftill I am a man.
Amelia. You have yourfelf exhibited to me fo alluring
a picture of the marriage ftate! — But I am not, then, the
woman with whom you could go hand in hand, with
whom you could fhare all your joys, all your forrows ?
Pajlor. Were it in my choice, you only fhould be the
perfon. Did we live in the golden days of which poets
dream, when all ranks were equal, I would have you
alone. But 'tis not for us to alter the cuftoms of the
world j and as the world is now conftituted, you muft
marry a man of rank. Whether you would be happy
or not with the humble paftor, is not the queftion.
Oh, God ! I have already faid too much !
Amelia. Others, perhaps, may not make that a quef-
tion, but it muft be one with me. — Have you not often
told me that the heart alone ennobles us. (She places her
hand upon his heart) Oh, truly, I fhall marry a noble-
man.
Paftor. Madam ! let me entreat you to call in reafon
to your aid. — A thoufand objections lie againft fuch an
union — but, at this moment, Heaven knows, not one
occurs to me.
Amelia. Becaufe in truth there are none.
Pa/lor. Yet, yet — but my heart is fo full — my heart
would plead — but that it ihall not, muft not. Think
only of the fneers of your relations — how they will
fhun you, afhamed of the new connection you have
brought among them — on thofe folemn days when all
the family mould be collected together, omitting to
invite you? ftiaking their heads when your name is men-
tioned,
38 THE NATURAL SON;
tioned, whifpering your ftory, forbidding their children
to play with yours, or even to accoft them with fami-
liarity embroidering their arms upon their liveries,
painting them upon their carriages, while you muft ride
in one humble and unornamented — fcarcely recollecting
you, fliould they meet you at a third place — or, if they
ihould condefcend to favour you with a word, addreffing
you not as a lady of rank, but with fcornful counte-
nances, as the parfon's wife.
Amelia. Ha ! ha ! ha ! Is that fo very terrible ?
Pajlor. You laugh ?
Amelia. Yes ; you muft pardon me, dear tutor. For
eight years was I under your inftruction, but in all that
time never were any of your precepts advanced upon
iuch fhallow reafonings as thofe you have now uttered.
Pajlor. I am forry for that — extremely forry, indeed !
for-^
Amelia. It rejoices me extremely — for
Pajlor. (much embarrajfed) For
Amelia. For — you muft marry me.
Pa/tor. Never !
Amelia. You know me well — you know that I am not
untraceable, and from a conftant intercourfe with you,
I fhall daily improve. I will take all poffible pains to
make you happy — or rather, it fhall coft me no pains to
make you fo. Together we will live, happy, truly
happy in each other, till one of us lie down to fleep, and
then the other fhall weep, indeed ; but that time be
yet far diftant. Well, then, confent, elfe fhall I think
you have no regard for me.
Pa/tor. Oh ! it is glorious to maintain the chara&er
of a man of honour ; but the talk is often hard. Madam,
did you but know how much you torture me ! No,
no, this muft not, cannot be ! I fhould fink into the
earth at the moment, were I to attempt to make fuch a
propofal to your father.
Amelia. I will make it myfelf.
Pa/tor. For Heaven's fake, forbear! To his liberality
I owe my prefent comfortable fituation — to his friendship
the happieft hours of my life — and fhall I, ungrateful
wretch ! miflead his daughter, his only child ! Oh,
God ! Oh, God ! thou feeft the purity of my intentions !
fupport me in this conflict !
Amelia.
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Amelia. My father wifhes me to marry — he wifhes to
fee me happy. Well then, I will marry. I will be
happy — but with you only. Thus will I tell my father,
and what will be his anfwer. — At the firft moment he will
ftart, and fay, " Girl, art thou mad !" but foon he will
recollect himfelf, and, fmiling, add, " Well, well, in
God's name be it fo." Then will I kifs his hand, fkip
away from him, and fly into your arms. It fhall be told
about that I am betrothed ; the country people, with their
wives, from the whole village, will come and wifh me
joy, and afk God's blefling upon us both — and God will
blefs us. — Certainly, certainly, he will blefs us. Ah !
ever fince my father returned hither, I have not known
what it was fo opprefled my heart, but I know it now —
k is now lightened, (taking his hand.)
Paftor. [withdrawing his hand.) Oh! you have al-
moft deprived me of my fenfes — and of more, of my
peace of mind.
Amelia. No, no. — But I hear fome one on the flairs —
I have yet many things to fay to you.
SCENE V. Enter Christian the Butler ■, an old
Servant in the Houfe.
Amelia, (peevijhly.) Ah! is it you?
Chrift. Without vanity be it fpoken, Chriftian Le-
brecht Goldmann has purfued his way hither the moment
the happy news reached his ears.
Amelia, (embarrajfed) What news ?
Paftor. (confufed) He has overheard us !
Chrift. A faithful, old fervant, young lady, who has
often carried the lady vour mother in his arms, and,
without vanity be it fpoken, has received from her many
a box on the ear, hath, on this joyful day, flown hither
to prefent his humble gratulations. Sing, Oh, Mufe \
on the happy occafion — ftrike up thy notes, Oh Lyre !
Amelia. My good Chriftian, I have no inclination at
prefent to attend to your mufe or to your lyre. And
what is the matter now ?
Chrift. Ah ! my noble, blefled young lady —
To-day I cannot filent be,
But hither muft command to flee
Trumpet,
40 THE NATURAL SON 5
Trumpet, violin, and drum,
As faft as ever they can come ;
And bid my verfes foftly flow,
As waters through the meadows go.
Hitherto has no birth-day, or wedding-day, or chriften-
ing-day, or their anniverfaries, been folemnized in the
moft noble Baron's family, which has not been celebrated
by an offering from my ever-ready and obedient mufe.
In the courfe of fix-and- forty years, no lefs than three
hundred ninety and feven congratulatory efFufions have
flowed from my pen. To-day, the three hundred ninety
and eighth {hall echo around. Who knows how foon a fo-
lemn marriage affiance in Chrift may furnifti an opportu-
nity for a three hundred ninety and ninth ! and then,
ha ! ha ! ha ! — in another year will come the four hun-
dredth.
Amelia. To-day is Friday — that is the only thing re-
markable in it, that I can recollect.
Chrift. Yes, indeed, it is Friday; but more — in the
firft place, Heaven has been pleafed to refcue our noble
lord the Baron from an imminent danger — and in the fe-
cond place, it is therefore a day of rejoicing.
Amelia. Refcued my father from danger ! — What do
you mean ?
Chrift. This very moment has the huntfman Frank
arrived in hafte, and advertifed the congregated houfe-
hold of his lordfhip of apiece of villainy, which the lateft
pofterity, without vanity be it fpoken, never {hall read
without the ftrorfgeft emotions of horror.
Amelia, (anxioujly) Oh ! tell it me quickly.
Chrift. Our moft noble Baron, and the foreign Count
of the Holy Roman Empire, had fcarcely
One half hour trodden the unbeaten way,
To feek the nimble-footed hare to flay.
Amelia. For heavens fake tell it me in profe !
Chrift. My Lord Baron had already fhot one hare —
for I myfelf have had the honour of feeing it j the left
fore foot was quite torn to pieces.
Amelia, {impatiently) Well, well, but my father! ■
Chrift. A fecond hare was already ftarted, and the
hounds purfued her with due activity, particularly Spa-
dillio, he more than any other diftinguiftied himfelf,
when fuddenly his honourable Lordftiip was met in the
5 midft
A PLAY. 41
midft of the field by a foldier who demanded alms.
Frank, the huntfman himfelf, faw how the molt noble
Baron with inexpreflible kindnefs felt in his pocket,
drew out a piece of money, and gave it to the beggar.
But the ungrateful, audacious, high-way robber, fud-
denly drew hisfword, fell, without vanity be it fpoken,
like a mad dog upon his honourable Lordfnip, and had
not our active huntfmen haftened in a moment to his
afiiftance, I, poor old man, mould have- been under the
mournful neceffity of compofing a funeral elegy, and an
epitaph in commemoration of his melancholy exit.
Amelia, [terrified) My God !
Pa/tor. A highway-robber !— in broad day-light ! —
that is extraordinary !
Cbrift. I muft form it into a ballad after the manner of
Burger.
Paftor. Is not the man taken up ?
Chrift. Yes, indeed he is. The moft noble Baron
has commanded, that till further orcers, he be confined
in the old Tower. Frank fays he will be here imme-
diately : (he fteps to the window) I believe, indeed — the
fun blinds me a little — they are coming already — Sing
Oh mufe, ftrike up thy notes Oh lyre! (he runs out> the
others go to the window).
Amelia. Never in my life did I fee a highway robber !
—he muft doubtlefs have a terrifying phyfiognomy.
Paftor. Did you never fee the Female Parricide in
Lavater's Fragments ?
Amelia. A female Parricide ! — Can fuch a monfter
exift in the world ? — But look — the young foldier ap-
proaches— an interefting figure indeed ! — a noble coun-
tenance ! — yet it is full of farrow ! — the poor man ex-
cites my compaflion. — No, no ; he cannot be a highway
robber! — Oh, fye, fye! fee how the huntfmen thruft
him into the Tower ! hard-hearted wretches ! — now
they lock the door — and now he is in total darknefs —
what muft be the feelings of the unhappy creature !
Paftor. (aftde) They can fcarcely be more poignant
than mine.
G SCENE
4-2 THE NATURAL SON j
SCENE VI. Enter the Baron.
Amelia, [running up to him) A thoufand congratula-
tions to you, dear father !
Baron. For God's fake fpare me ! — Old Chriftian has
been pouring out his congratulations in Alexandrines
all the way up ftairs.
Paftor. The ftory then is true ? — indeed, as related
by the talkative old Butler, it appeared wholly in-
credible.
Amelia. The young man with the interefting counte-
nance was, indeed, a highway robber ?
Baron. 'Tis true ; yet am I almoft convinced that he
was fo for the firft and laft time in his life. My friend,
{to the paftor) it was a moft lingular accident. He
begged of me for his mother. — I gave him a trifle —
I might, perhaps, have given him more, but the hares
were running in my head, and the cry of the hounds
filled my ears. You know well, that when a man pur-
fues his pleafure, he has no feeling for the afflictions of his
brethren. In fhort, he wanted more — defpair was in his
whole manner, yet I turned my back upon him ; loft to
himfelf he drew his fword, but I would wager my life
againft Amelia's head-drefs, that highway-robbing is not
his trade.
Amelia. Certainly not.
Baron. He trembled as he held me by the breaft, a
child might have knocked him down. Oh, it was a
fhame that I did not fufFer the poor wretch to efcape.
My fport may perhaps coft him his life, and I might
have faved it — faved the life of a man for a florin only.
Ah, that he had not been feen by my people ! but the
bad example ! — come with me to my clofet, good Pallor,
we muff, contrive how we can beft fave the culprit ; for
fhould he be configned over to the arm of juftice, adieu
to all hopes of deliverance, (going.)
Amelia. Dear father, I have had much converfation
with the Paftor.
Baron. Have you ? — and on the fubject of the holy
marriage ftate ?
Amelia. Yes ; I have told him— •
Paftor. {extremely embarrajfed) In confequence of my
commiffion
1 Amelia.
A PLAY. 43
Amelia. He will not believe me — •
Paftor. I have explained to the young lady-
Amelia. And indeed I fpoke from my heart
Paftor. (pointing to the clofet) May I requeft
Amelia. But his diffidence
Paftor. The refult of our converfation mall be related
in your clofet
Baron. What the devil is the matter now ; — you
interrupt each other, fo that neither can go on. Amelia,
have you entirely forgotten all the rules of politenefs ?
Amelia. Oh, no, dear father ! — but is it not true that
you faid you would let me marry whom I mould chufe ?
Baron. AfTuredly!
Amelia. Hear you not, dear Tutor ?
Paftor. [takes out his handkerchief in hafte, and holds
it to his fice) I beg your pardon, my Lord, I am not
well. [Exit.
Baron, (calls after him) I mall expect you! (Going.)
Amelia. Stop a moment, dear father ! I have raoft im-
portant things to communicate.
Baron, (J mi ling) Important things ! I fuppofe you
want me to buy you a new fan. [Exit.
Amelia, [alone) A fan ' — indeed I think I am in want
of a fan, (flie fans herfelf with her pocket-handkerchief)
my cheeks burn fo; but this will not relieve me! Ah
my God how my heart beats ! — I do, indeed I do, rnonr
dearly love the Paftor; how unfortunate that he mould
be taken ill juft now ; — No, the Count fcarcely deferves
the name of man. When I contemplate my father or
the Paftor, I feel a fort of reverence ; but the Count I
feel only difpofed to ridicule. (Jhe goes to the windovj)
The tower is ftill locked. Oh how terrible muft be
fuch confinement ! — I wonder whether the poor man has
any thing to eat and drink ! (Jhe beckons and calls) Chris-
tian ! Chriftian ! come hither directly ! — the young man
interefts me — I know not why, but he does intereft me :
he has hazarded his life for his mother, that does not be-
fpeak a bad heart.
SCENE
44 THE NATURAL SON;
SCENE VII. Enter Christian.
Amelia. Ah, good Chriftian, tell me, have you car-
ried the prifoner any thing to eat?
Chrijl. Yes, my moft benevolent young lady !
Amelia. What have you carried him ?
Chrijl. Good black bread, and fine clear water.
Amelia. Oh fye ! — are you not afhamed ? — haften in-
ftantly into the kitchen and get fome meat from the cook,
then fetch a bottle of wine from the cellar, and carry
them to him immediately.
Chrijl. Moft gladly would I fulfil the will of my moft
benevolent young lady, but atprefent he muft be content
with bread and water, for the moft noble lord baron nath
exprefsly commanded
Amelia. Ah, my father only did that in t..e firft mo-
ments of paflion.
Chrift. What our noble mafters command in paflion,
'tis the duty of a faithful old fervant, without vanity be
it fpoken, to obey in cold blood.
Amelia. You are a great oaf! — fo old, and have not
yet learnt that 'tis your duty to comfort the unfortunate.
Give me the key of the cellar, I will go mjfelf.
Chrift I folemnly proteft moft blefTed Lady— — -
Amelia. Give it to me, I command you.
Chrift. (gives her the key) I muft go immediately, ana
exculpate myfelf to his honourable Lordfhip.
Amelia. You may do that with all my heart.
[Exrtbaftily*
Chrift. (after a paufe, and fhaking his head.)
In woe and anguifh,
Each day to languifh,
Is right affecting
And dejecting.
Is then the youthful mind
To follow good inclin'd ;
Let him ftill in memory keep
'I he good old proverb, look before you leap.
[Exit,
END OF THE THIRD ACT.
A PLAY. , 45
ACT JV*
SCENE I. APrifon in an old Tower in the Caftle of
Wildenhain.
Frederick [alone).
JlJlOW can a few moments of anguifli — one hour of
devouring mifery fwallow up all the paft happinefs of a
man's life ! When I left the inn this morning, the fun was
juft rifing, I fang my morning fong, and oh how cheer-
ful, how happy was I ! — In thought I banqueted at the
table of joy, — I dreamt with tranfport of the firrt re-union
with my mother ! — I meant to fteal along the road towards
the fpot where fhe once dwelt; thought how I fhould
creep clofe by the wall, that fhe might not from the win-
dow efpy my approach ; and when arrived at the houfe-
door, how 1 mould foftly, foftly pull the bell. — Then in
idea, I faw her lay afide her work, rife up, and come
down, I thought how my heart would beat, when I fhould
hear her fteps upon the flairs, how (he would open the door
to me, and I fhould throw myfelf into her arms. But oh,
farewell, ye air-built caftles, ye beauteous variegated bub-
bles, feen through hope's prifmatic glafs ! — I returned to my
native land, and the firft object which met my eyes was my
dying mother, my flrft habitation is a prifon, and my firit
going forth will be to the place of execution. Oh righteous
God ' have I deferved this fate ? or muft the fon anfwer for
the crimes of a father ! But be {till, my heart — I entangle
myfelf in a labyrinth! To fuffer without murmuring, to
forrow and be iilent ! Such is the leflbn taught me by my
mother, and fhe hath fuffered much ! — Thou, oh God,
thou art juft ! [looks towards Heaven with uplifted hands)
SCENE II. Enter Amelia with a plate of proviftons
and a bottle of wine.
Fred, [turning round at the noife) Who's there ?
G Auielia .
4& THE NATURAL SON;
Amelia. My good friend, I bring you fome refrefh-
uient — you may perhaps be hungry or thirfty.
Fred. Alas no ! I feel neither hunger nor thirft.
Amelia. Here is a bottle of old wine, and fome meat.
Fred, {eagerly) Old wine ' really, good old wine?
Amelia. I do not underftand much of wine myfelf, but
I have often heard my father fay this wine is a true cor-
dial.
Fred. Ten thoufand, thoufand thanks, lovely, amiable,
Unknown ! You make me a coftly prefent indeed, in this
bottle of wine. — Oh haften, haften then, moft benevolent
tender-hearted maiden, let it be inftantly difpatched to the
neighbouring village; clofe by the public-houfe Hands a
little cottage, where will be found a poor, fick woman— ra
fainting woman, whom, if fhe yet live, this wine may re-
vive ! {he takes the bottle from Amelia's hand^ and raifes it
up towards heaven) Oh God ! blefs this liquor ! why can
I not myfelf? — [gives back the bottle to Amelia) but no —
haften, haften then with it, moft amiable of your fcx ! fave
v\y mother, and you will be my guardian angel.
Amelia, (much ajfeEled) Worthy creature ! Oh I am
right, he cannot be a villain, a murderer !
Fred. God be thanked, that I ftill deferve to he no-
ticed by fo noble a foul !
Amelia. I will go myfelf immediately. — But let me
leave this bottle of wine here; I will fetch another for
your poor mother. {Jhe Jets down the bottle and is going)
Fred. Yet one word more, Let me know, fweet maid-
en, who you are, that in my prayers to heaven, your name
maybe remembered.
Amelia. My father is Baron Wildenhain, the poflefTar
of this eftate.
Fred. Merciful God ! ! !—
Amelia. What is the matter ?
Fred. ( Jhuddering) And the man, againft whom I this
day drew my fword !
Amelia. Was my father ?
Fred. My father ! I !
Amelia. I feel agitated in his prefejice. {She runs out.)
SCENE III. Frederick. (Alone.)
(He repeats the wirds with agony.) Was my father !
—Eternal
A PLAY. 47
<— Eternal juftice thou flumbereft not ! — The man againft
Whom I drew my fword this day — was my father ! — A
Few moments more, and I had been a parricide! —
Oh — h — h ! an icy coldnefs freezes all my limbs — my
hair ftands an end — a mill floats before my fight — Oh for
breath ! for breath ! {he finks down on his feat — a long
paufe.) What a tumult does this idea raife in my brain !
— how the horrid images flit before my eyes as clouds
and vapours, which every moment change their forms. —
And if fate had deftined him thus to be facrificed ! — had
my arm confummated the dreadful ilroke ! — Great Judge
of all things, whofe had been the guilt ? — VRpuld not
thyfelf have armed the hand of the fon, to averige a mo-
ther's wrongs on an unnatural father?— * Oh Zadig !
Zadig! — [he is loji for fome minutes in deep refie£lion) —
but this maiden — this amiable, lovely, inexpreflibly lovely
creature, — who has juft left me, — who has awakened a
new and moft tranfporting fenfation in my breafl, — this
lovely creature is my filler ! — And the filly being, the cox-
comb, who accompanied my father, was he then my
brother ? — an ill-educated boy, who as it appears to me,
from his youth confidered as the only heir, has been
taught to regard nothing but his wealth, his rank, and is
thus inflated with his own confequence, while I, his bro-
ther, and my dear mother, fuller want.
SCENE IV. Enter Pastor.
Pajior. God preferve you, my friend !
Fred. And you too, Sir. Judging by your appearance,
you are of the church; therefore a meffenger of peace.
You are truly welcome to me.
Pajior. I wifh to bring peace and tranquillity to your
foul. Reproaches I fhall fpare, for your own confeience
muft upbraid you more loudly than the preacher's voice.
Fred. Oh, you are right ! And, where confeience
then is filent, are you not of opinion, that the crime at leafi:
is doubtful ?
Pa/ior. Or mufl have been perpetrated by a wicked
and obdurate heart indeed.
* Referring to Voltaire's well-known novel of " Zad'g, or the
EookofFate." T.
Fred.
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Fred. That is not my cafe. I really would not change
this heart for that of any prince — no, nor any prieft.—
Pardon me, Sir, that was not aimed at you.
Pajior. And if it was, mildnefs is the character of the
religion, I teach.
Fred. I only mean to fay — that my heart is not obdu-
rate, yet my confcience does not reproach me with a
crime.
Pa/tor. Does it not deceive you ? — Self-love fometimes
ufurps the place of confcience.
Fred. No ! no ! — Oh, tis a pity that I am not more
endued with learning, — that I underftand not in what way
properly to arrange my ideas, — that I can only feel — that
I cannot demonstrate ! — Yet, let me afk you, Sir, what
was my crime ? — that I would have robbed ! — Oh,
for a few moments put your felf in my place: — have you
any parents ?
Pajior. No, I was early left an orphan.
Fred. Pity ! — pity indeed! then you cannot fairly judge
me. — Yet will I defcribe my cafe as well as I am able. I
think, when one looks around, and fees how nature every
where exuberantly pours forth her ample ftores; when one
obferves this fpe&acle, and beholds at the fame time a dying
mother by one's fide, who with parched tongue faints
for a drop of wine — if then one rich, and blefTed with
abundance, fhould pafs by, and mould deny the defpairing
wretch a florin, becaufe — becaufe it would interrupt his
fport — then fuddenly the feelings of the equality of all man-
kind fhould be awakened in the fufferer's foul, and feeing
himfelf neglected by fortune, he fhould determine to refume
his rights — rights authorized by nature, who is not un-
juft to any of her children; and fhould inftindtively grafp
at a fmall fhare of thofe bounties which fhe prefents to all
— Such a man does not plunder, he rightly takes his own.
Pajior, My friend, were thefe principles univerfal,
they would cut afunder every tie that binds fociety, and
change us foon into Arabian hordes.
Fred. 'Tis poffible ! and 'tis alfo poiTible, that we
fhould not be more unhappy. — Among the hofpitable
Arabs my Mother would not have been fuffered to ftarve
on the highway !
Pajior. (Mtich fitrprifed) Young man, you appear to
have had an education above vour rank.
Fred.
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Fred. That is foreign to the purpofe — for what I am,
I am indebted to my mother. — I would only reprefent to
you, why my confcience does not accufe me. — The judge
pronounces fentence according to the letter of the law,
the Divine fhould judge not merely the deed itfelf, but the
motive which prompted it. The Judge might then con-
demn me, but you, oh Sir, would inftantly pronounce my
pardon. — That the glutton, who picks even the laft mor-
fel from his pheafant's bones, fhould leave unmolefted his
neighbour's black bread, can be no merit.
Pajior. Well, young man ! fuppofe I grant your fophifm ;
grant, that perhaps your peculiar fituation allowed you
to take, what you could not obtain by felicitation, does
that alfo exculpate murder, which you meditated.
Fred. Murder ! no, it does not exculpate that. Still I
was but the inftrument of a higher power. In this advent
tu re, you only behold one folitary link of a mighty chain, held
by an invifible hand, On this fubjecl: I cannot explain,
cannot juftify myfelf. Yet, (hall L appear with ferenity
before my judge, with calmnefsmeet my death, convinced
that an all-powerful hand intends by my blood, the ac-
complishment of fome great purpofe in the career of fate.
Pajior. It is well worth fome pains, mofl extraordinary
young man, to be better acquainted with you, and per-
haps to give a different complexion to many of your ideas.
If it be poffible, continue with me for fome weeks, and
give me your confidence. Your fick mother I will alfo
take to my houfe.
Fred, (embraces him) A thoufand thanks for my poor
mother's fake. As for myfelf, you know that I am a pri-
foner, in expectation of receiving fentence of death. The
refpite which the forms of jufticemay afford, ufe at your
pleafure.
Pajior. You are miftaken. — You are in the hands of a
noble-minded man, who honours your filial love, com-
paffionates your unhappy fituation, and heartily forgives
you what has this day happened. You arc free — He fent
me hither to announce to you your liberty, and with a
paternal exhortation, a brotherly admonition, to refeafe
you from your prifon.
Fred. And the name of this generous man ?
Pajior, Is the Baron von Wildfinhain.
Fred.
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Fred. Von Wildenhain ! (as if he was recollecting hint'
felf) Did he not live formerly in Franconia* ?
Pajlor. You are right. But at the death of his Lad y$
a few weeks fince$ he returned to this, his paternal eftate.
Fred. His wife then is dead? — and that amiable girl.
Who was here juft before your arrival, is his daughter ?
Pajlor. Yes, £he is his daughter* the Lady Amelia.
Fred. And the perfumed young man is his fon ,?
Pajlor. He has no fon.
Fred, (eagerly) Yes he has ! (recollecling himfelf) 1
mean the young man who was fporting with him to-day*
Pajlor. No, he is not his fon.
Fred, (a fide) God be thanked !
Pajlor. Only a vifitor from town.
Fred. I thank you for this information; it is highly in-
terefting to me. I alfo thank you for the kind trouble
you have taken, the philanthropy you have fhewn. It
grieves me that I cannot offer you my friendfhip — were
we equals it might be of fome value-
Pajlor. Has not friendfhip this property in common
with love, that it equalizes all ranks ?
Fred. No, kind Parlor, this enchantment is peculiar to
love alone ! — Yet I have one more requeft to make —
Conduct me to the Baron von Wildenhain, and procure
me, if it be in your power, a few minutes converfation
with him in private ; I wifh to thank him for his benevo-
lence, but if any one be with him, I fhould be confufed,
and could not fpeak with fo much confidence.
Pajlor. Follow me. [Exeunt*
SCENE V. A room in the Cajlle.
If he Baron feated on a chair, and fmoking his pipe — ■.
Amelia in converfation with him — The Count upon
the Sophay one moment taking fnuff, another holding a
fmeUing-bcttle to his nofe.
Baron. No, no, my child, let it alone at prefent — to-
* In the performance, Alface and France, are throughout ufed
inftead of Franconia j no reafon for this appears. It was probably'
a miftake arifing from the fubftantive Franken, i. e. Franconia, be-
ing applied in modern language to French as an adjective, inftead of
Frattzofen. T.
wards
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wjtrds evening, when it grows cool, we may take a walk
that way.
Amelia. It is fo delightful to do a good action ! — why
then fliould one depute it to a fervant ? To confer a
kindnefs is a real joy, and no one is of too high rank for
enjoyment.
Baron. Simpleton, who fpoke of rank ? That was a
filly remark which almoft makes me angry. I tell you I
have fent to the cottage myfelf, the woman is better ; and
in the evening we will take a walk thither together. The
faftor fhall conduct us.
Amelia, (tolerably fatisfied) Well, as you pleafe. (Jhe
fits down and takes out her work)
Baron, (to the Sount) It will be a great pleafure to you
al fo, Count.
Count. "Je n'en doute pas, mon Colonel, the douceur and
the bonte d'ame of Mademoifelle will charm me. But what
if the good woman fhould have gotten fome epidemical
difeafe ? However I have a 'uinaigre incomparable againft
the plague,- — we will at leaft be prepared with that.
Baron. As you pleafe, Count. I do not know any bet-
ter prefervative to offer you againft ennui, than fuch a
cordial.
Count. Ennui, oh mon Colonel! Who can think of en-
nui in the fame houfe with Mademoifelle?
Baron. Very gallantly fpoken ! — Amelia, don't you
thank the Count ?
Amelia. I thank him, truly, (the Count makes a compli-
mentary bow).
Baron. Tell me, Count, did you refide long in France?
Count. Oh talk not to me of France, I entreat you,
mon Colonel — you rend my heart. — My father, le barbare,
had the fottife to refufe me a thoufand Louis-d'ors which I
had dejtine for that purpofe. It is true I was there fome
months — I have indeed feen that dear place replete with
charms, and, fpite of le barbare de pere, I had perhaps
been there ftill, but for a moft unpleafant occurrence.
Baron, (fneeringly) Probably une affaire d'honheur.
Count. Point du tout but it was no longer a place in
which a vrai Cavalier could remain with credit to himfelf.
You have heard of the Revolution ? Oh yes, you muft
have heard of it, for it is the converfation of all Europe.
^—Eh bien I imagine* vous ! — I was at Paris, I went into
the
St THE NATURAL SON j
the Palais Royal^ I knew nothing at all of what was paf-
fing — tout d'un coup I perceived myfelf furrounded by a
crowd of dirty raggamuffins, one kicked me on one fide,
another pufhed me on the other fide, another thruft his fifts
in my face. — I afked what was the meaning of all this ?
They abufed me, and cried that I had no cockade in my
hat — you underftand me, no national cockade. I fcreamed
out that I was Comte du Saint Empire. — What did they
do ? — they abfolutely caned me—foi d'honnete homrne they
caned me, and a dirty Paiffarde gave me a filip on the
nofe ; — indeed there were even fbme who would have had
me a la lanterne.-^-Whzt fay you to this ? what would you
have done a ma place ? I threw myfelf with all poflible
expedition into my poft-chaife, and haftened away with
all poflible fpeed. — voila tout ! it is indeed une hijloire
fqcheufe, but neverthelefs I muft ever regret the moments
' delicieufes which I have tailed in that capitale du monde,
and this I muft fay, this muft every one perceive, that
though indeed, I pafl'ed but a few months there, monfavoir
vivre, monfortnation^zndjleplie, which is obferved in me,
are perfectly Franfoife, perfectly Pariften.
Baron. Of that I am no judge, but your language does
not appear to me German.
Count. Ah, mon Colonel^ you pay me a high compliment.
Baron. I am glad you take it as fuch.
Count. Then all my Joins have happily not been taken a
fure perte. For five years paft have I made every poflible
effort totally and completely to forget German. What
fay you, Madam, is not the German language entirely
devoid of grace, and at beft, only fuppor table in fo lovely
a rnouth as yours. That eternal guggling and rattling in
the throat — a tout moment — one reels — one ftumbles — it
does not flow, roll, fmoothly on — as par exemple^ one
would make a declaration d'amour, one wifhes it to be a
chef d' aeuvre d' 'eloquence. Well, one ftudies it, but, kclas,
fcarcely has one gone through a douzaine of words, but
the tongue hitches now here, now there ; thrufts itfelf
firft one way, then the other > the teeth run pile mile
againft one another; the throat quarrels with the roof
of the mouth, and if one did not throw in a few French
words to fet all to rights again, one fhould run the haz-
ard of lofing, irrecoverably, the faculties of fpeech. Et
ttmvcnoT, votts a cela MademoiJtlley that this cannot be
otherwifiy
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otherwile — for why ? we have no genles celebres, whofe
tafte is properly refined. I know, indeed, that at prefent
the Germans pique themfelves much, fur la gout, la lec-
ture, les belles lettres. There is a certain Monfieur Wie-
land, who has gained fome rentmmee*, by tranflating fome
tales from the Mille et une nuits, but mon dieu, ftill the
original is French.
Baron. But what the devil is the matter, Count, that
you are every moment muffing up your tabac, or holding
your fmelling-bottle to your nofe, and drenching your
clothes and my fopha with Eau de Lavande, and making
the air in my room fo fade, that it is like the fhop of a
French Marchand des modes.
Count. Pardonnez, mon Colonel, but it muft be con-
felled that the fmoke of your tobacco is altogether infup-
portable — my nerves are moft fenfibly affected with it —
my clothes muft be hung a month at leaft in the open air
to purify them — and I allure you, mon Colonel, it even
gives a taint to the hair. It is a vile cuftom, which in-
deed one muft pardon in Mefftetirs du Militaire, becaufe
en campagne, they have no opportunity of mixing with
the beau monde, and acquiring the manners of ton. But
at prefent, there is no poffibility of enduring this horrible
fmell any longer. — Vous m'excuferez, mon Colonel — but
I muft go and, breathe a little frefh air, and change my
clothes. [Exit.
SCENE VI. The Baron and Amelia.
Baron. Bravo, my young gentleman ! — I know, now,
however, a means of getting rid of you, when I am tired
of your twatcling.
Amelia. Dear father, I cannot take him for a hufband.
Baron. Dear child, I cannot take him for a fon. *
Amelia. (fVho appears to have fomething on her mind.')
I cannot endure him.
Baron. Nor I neither.
Amelia. What can one do, if one cannot b:ar the
man ?
Baron. Nothing at all.
Amelia. Love comes and goes unfolicited.
Baron. It docs fo indeed.
Amelia. It is often fcarceiy poffible to give a reafon
why oae loves or hates.
*H Baron.
54 THE NATURAL SON:
Baron. That may be the cafe.
Amelia. Yet there are cafes in which one's inclination,
or averfion, are founded upon good grounds.
Baron. Undoubtedly.
Amelia. For example, my averfion to the Count.
Baron. Certainly.
Amelia. And my inclination towards the Paftor.
Baron. Yes, (Both paufe.)
Amelia. Probably I may marry.
Baron. And you ought to marry. {Both paufe again.)
Amelia. Why does not out Paftor marry ?
Baron. That you muft afk him himfelf. [Paufe again.)
Amelia. {She keeps her eyes conjlantly on her work, at
which Jhe is very bujily employed.) He feems to have a
great regard for me.
Baron. I am glad to hear it.
Amelia. And I have alfo a great regard for him.
Baron. That is but juft. {Another paufe.)
Amelia. I believe if you were to offer him ray hand,
he would not refufe it.
Baron. \ believe fo myfelf.
Amelia. And I would readily obey you.
Baron. (With particular attention.) Indeed! Are you
ferious ?
Amelia. Oh yes !
Baron. Ha ! ha ! ha ! — well we mall fee !
Amelia. {Looking up more cheerfully.) Are you really
ferious, dear Father I
Baron. Oh no !
Amelia. {Dejedledly again.) No ?
Baron. No, Amelia — that will not do — to play fuch a
pretty romance, like Abelard and Heloife, or St. Preux
and Julie — does not accord with our rank, and the Paftor
himfelf is too honourable to think of fuch a thing.
Amelia. You are his benefactor.
Baron. At leaft he thinks me fo.
Amelia. And can any thing be more honourable than to
make the daughter of his benefactor happy ?
Baron. But if this daughter be a child, and has childifh
fancies, and wifhes to day to poflefs a toy, which perhaps
to-morrow fhe may throw away in fpleen?
Amelia. Oh no, I am not fuch a child !
Baron*
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Baron. Liften to me, Amelia ! — A hundred Fathers
would fay to you, you are of rank yourfeJf, you muft
marry a man of rank. — But I do not fay fo — my child
ihall not be facrificed to prejudice — a woman never can
obtain rank by merit, therefore never has reafon to b«
proud of it.
Amelia. And therefore —
Baron. Therefore I fay, in God's name, marry the
Pallor, if you do not find among our young men of rank,
one, who for perfon and endowments of heart and mind,
correiponds with your ideas.— There may, however, be
many of this defcription — many, perhaps — but as yet you
know too little of men in general, to have formed your judg-
ment upon this point. -Wait till the enfuing winter — -we
will fpend it in town — -we will frequent balls and affem-
blies, perhaps you mav then think differently.
Amelia. Oh no ! — I muft firft know a man well) and
may even then be deceived in him. But with our Paftor
I have been {q long, fo intimately acquainted, that I
can read his heart as plainly as my catechifm.
Baron. Amelia, you have never loved. The Paftor
educated you, and you, ignorant of what loVe really is,
miftake your ardent gratitude for love.
Amelia. You explained the fubjec~t to me this morning.
Baron. Did I fo? — Well, and my queftians ?
Amelia. All applied to the Paftor, as if you had pene-
trated the inmoft recefles of my heart.
Baron. Reallv ! — Humph ! — Humph !
Amelia. Yes, dear Father, I love, and am alfo beloved.
Baron. Are alfo beloved ! — Has he told you fo ?
Amelia. Yes.
Baron. Fye ! fye! — that was not right in him.
Amelia. Oh if you knew how 1 took him by furprife ?
Baron. You took him by furprife?
Amelia. He came, by your defire, to fpeak to me in be-
half of the Count, — and I told him I never would marry
the Count.
Baron. But would marry him ?
Amelia. Yes, him.
Baron. Very frank, by my foul ? — and what anfvvered
he?
Amelia. He talked to me about my rank, my family,
my uncles and aunts — of his 4twy to you — and, in fhort,
would
56 THE NATURAL SON:
would have perfuaded me to think no more of this. But
my heart could not fuffer itfelf to be rjprfuaded.
Baron. That was honourable in him — And he will
not fpcak to me on this fubject ?
Amelia. No, he faid that was impoflible !
Baron. So much the better — then I may be fuppofed
ignorant of the whole affair.
Amelia. But I aflured him — that I would fpeak myfelf.
Baron. So much the worfe — that embarrafles me ex-
ceedingly.
Amelia. And now I have done as I faid I would.
Baron. Truly you have.
Amelia* Dear Father!
Baron. Dear Child!
Amelia. See the tears will come into my eyes.
Baron. {Turning from her.) Reprefs them! [Both
paufe ; Amelia rifes from her feat, and bends downwards^
as if 'looking for •fotne thing.) What do you look for ?
Amelia. I have loft my needle.
Baron. (Pujhes back his feat and bends forwards to affijl
her.) It cannot be gone fo far.
Amelia. {Approaches and falls tenderly on his neck.) My
dear Father !
Baron. Well, and what now ?
Amelia. This one requeft! —
Baron. Let me go ! — You make my cheeks wet with
your tears!
Amelia. I never can love any other — never can be
happy with any other.
Baron. Buffoonery, Amelia! — Childifhnefs ! — be a
good girl ! [heflroaks her cheeks.) Sit down again ! — we
will talk more of this another time — it is not a matter
that needs fuch great hafte — there is no occafion for an
extra-poft upon the fubjecT:. The knot that binds you
together is tied in a moment — the ftate of wedlock en-
dures for years. Many a girl fheds one tear, becaufe fhe
thinks (he cannot have her lover, and if {he attain him at
laft, perhaps, fheds tears in torrents that fhe can never be
releafed from him. Thou haft relieved thy heart of its
oppreffive burden, and thy Father now bears it in his —
bears it for thee, for his dear Amelia. — So fmall a wound
time will foon heal, or if it do not, then thou may'ft
chufe thy phyfician.
Amelia.
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Amelia. My dear, kind Father !
Baron. Aye truly, had thy Mother been alive, thou
wouldeft not have efcaped To eafily — (he would have
clung to the fixteen noble generations, which flic num-
bered as her anceftors.
SCENE VII. Enter the Pastor.
Baron. You are come opportunely.
Pajior. In confequence of your order, my Lord, I
have releafed the young man from his priibn He is in
the anti-chamber, and wifhes to return you his thank*
in perfon.
Baron. \ am pleafed to hear it — I mud not fuffer him
to depart empty-handed, I would not confer benefits by
halves.
Pajior. He intreats a few words with you in private.
Baron. In private — Wherefore?
Pa (lor. He pleaded his confufion in the prefence of"
witnefles. Perhaps he has fome difcovery to make, of
which he wifhes to relieve his heart.
Baron. Well, be it fo ! — Retire Amelia, remain in
the anti-chamber with the Paftor. I wifh afterwards for
fome converfation with you both. {Amelia withdraws — the
Pajior opens the door, introduces Frederick, and retires.)
SCENE VIII. Baron and Frederick.
Baron. {Approaching Frederick.) Depart with God's
bleffing, my friend, you are free. I have fent to your mo-
ther, fhe is better, for her fake 1 pardon you, but beware
of a repetition of your offence ; highway-robbing is a bad
trade. There is a Louis-d'or — feek fome creditable em-
ployment, and if I hear that you are diligent and orderly
in your behaviour, my doors and my purfe fhall always
be open to affifl you. Go, my friend, and heaven fupport
you!
Fred. [Taking the Louis-d'or.) You are a liberal
man, free in parting with your money — not ("paring of
your good advice. But I have a flili greater favour to
entreat of you. — You are a rich man, a man of influence,
affifr. me to obtain juftice againft an unnatural Father!
Baron. How ! — who is your Father?
Fred. {JVith anguijh.) A man of :ank, lord of muck
land, and over many tenants — efteemed at court — ho-
noured
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noured in the ftate — beloved by his peafants — benevo-
lent, noble-hearted, generous —
Baron. And yet differs his Son to want ?
Fred. Yet fuffers his Son to want !
Baron. Doubtlefs not without reafon. You were per-
haps a wild young fellow, libertine in your principles
and practices, gamed, kept a miftrefs, and your Father
therefore thought that following the drum for a few years
might have a good effect in correcting fuch irregularities.
And if this be really the cafe, I cannot think your Father
has done wrong.
Fred. You miftake, Sir, my Father knows me not—
never has feen me-^-he caft me off even before my birth.
Baron. How !
Fred. The tears of my Mother are all the inheritance
I ever received from my Father. Never has he enquired
after me, never concerned himfelf whether I had exift-
ence.
Baron. That is bad ! {much confuted) very bad indeed !
Fred. I am the unhappy offspring of a ftolen amour.
My poor feduced Mother has educated me amidftfighs and
anguifh — with the labour of her hands fhe gained a fuffi-
ciency to enable her, in fome degree, to cultivate my
heart and mind — and I think I am, through her care, be-
come a man, who might be a fource of joy to any father.
But mine, willingly foregoes this pleafure, and his con-
icience leaves him at eafe refpecting the fate of his unhap-
py child.
Baron. At eafe ! — Oh if his confcience can be at eafe
under fuch circumftances, he muft be a hardened villain
indeed !
Fred. As I grew up, and wifiied no longer to be a
burthen upon my indigent mother, I had no refourcc
but to affume thefe garments, and I entered into the fer-
vice of a volunteer corps — for one illegally born cannot
be received as an apprentice by any tradefman or artift.
Baron. Unfortunate young man !
Fred. Thus, amidft turmoils, patted the early years of
my life — To the thoughtlefs youth nature generally
gives pleafure as his companion, and through enjoyment
itrengthens the mind againft thofe cares and forrows
which are the inevitable lot of the maturer man; but the
•nlyjoys of my youth were coarfe harfii bread, with pure
water,
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water, and ftripes from the ferjeant's hand. Yet, what,
fignifies that to my Father ? — his table is fplendidly fet.
oat^ and to the laches of confcience he is infenfible.
Baron. (Jfide) This young man wrings my heart !
Fred. After a feparation of five years from my Mother,
I this day returned home, full of love for the country
which contained that dear parent — full of the fweeteft
dreams — of the moft pleafing pictures imagination could
form. I found my poor mother fick — reduced to beggary
— not having eaten for two days — no bundle of ftraw on
which to lay her head — no fhelter againft rain or florins —
no compaffionate heart to clofe her eyes — no fpot whereon
to die in peace. But what does that concern my father ?
He has*a fine caftle, fleeps on foft beds of down, and when
he dies, the minifter of religion will in a pompous funeral
fermon, hand down topofterity his many chriftian virtues.
Baron. (Jhuddering .) Young man, what is thy father's.
name ?
Fred. That he abufed the weaknefsof aguiltlefs maiden,
• — deceived her through falfe oaths — that he gave exiftence
to an unhappy wretch, who muft curfe him for the fatal gift
■ — that he has driven his only fon almoft to parricide — Oh
thefe are trifles — and when the day of reckoning comes,
may all be paid for by a piece of gold? — [throivs the Louis-
d'or at the Baron's feet.)
Baron. {Half dijlracled.) Young man, tell me thy
father'6 name !
Fred. Baron Wildenhain! (The Baron Jlrikes his forehead
with both hands, and remains fixed to the fpot where 'be
{lands. Frederick proceeds with violent emotion.') Ye:-;,
in this houfe, in this very room, perhaps, was my mother
beguiled of her virtue, and I was begotten for the fwordof
the executioner. And now, my Lord, I am not free —
I am your prifoner — 1 will not be free. — I am a high* ay-
robber — loudly do I accufe myfelf as fuch — you fhall
confign me over to the hand of juftice — fhall .conduct
me to the place of execution — you fhall hear how the
prieft feeks in vain to calm my mind — (hall hear ho w
in defpair I curfe my father— fhall (land by me as the
head falls from the trunk — and my blood — your own
blood — fhall fprinkle your garments.
Baron. Oh hold! hold!
'Fred. And when you turn from this fcen?, and defcend
from
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from the fcaffbld — there at its foot fhall you find my mo-
ther, even at the moment that (he draws her laft breath— .
fighs out her foul in anguifh!
Baron. Inhuman ! hold !
[The Pastor rujhes in ha/lily.]
Pa/lor. Heaven's what is the matter? — I hear impaf-
iianed words ! — what has been pafling here ? — young man,
I hope you have not attempted —
Fred. Yes, fir, I have attempted to take your office
from your hands — I have made a finner tremble ! {point-
ing to the Baron.) See there — thus after a lapfe of one
and twenty years, the injuries arifing from inordinate paf-
ilons, are avenged. — I am a murderer — I am a high-
way-robber— but what I feel in this moment is tranfport,
is blifs, compared with the thorns which lacerate his
hrcaft, I go to furrender myfelf up to juftice, and then
at the throne of heaven will I appear a bloody witnefs
againft this man. [Exit.
SCENE IX.— 7he Baron— the Pastor.
Pajlor. For heaven's fake what is the matter ? — I can-
not underfland. —
Baron. Oh he is my fon ! he is my fon ! — away, my
friend, advife me — afiift me, haflen to the poor fick
woman in the village — Frank will {hew you the way— >
haften ! — oh haften ! —
Pajlor. But what am I to do ?
Baron. Oh God ! — -your ov/n heart muft inftru£t. you !
(Exit the Pajlor — the Baron proceeds with great emotion
holding his head with both his hands.) Am I in my
fenfes ? — or are thefe only vifions of fancy ? — I have a
/on, a brave, a noble youth, and I have not yet clafped
him in my arms, have not prefled him to my heart —
(calls) Rodolph ! (Enter a Hunt/man.) Where is he?
Huntfman. Who, my Lord ? — the highway-robber ?
Baron. Sluggard ! — the young man who even now went
hence !
Huntfman. He is going before the juftice — we have
fent after the conftable.
Baron. Let the conftable be kicked down flairs when he
eomes — let no one dare to lay hands upon the young man.
Huntfman. (furprifed.) Very well, my Lord, (going.)
Baron. Stay, Rodolph !
ffuntfman. Moft noble Lord !
Baron.
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Baron. Conduct the young foldier into the green-room
hy the dining-hall, and attend upon him as his fervant.
Hunt/mart. The count von der Mulde lodges there, my
Lord.
Baron. Let him be kicked out, and fent to the devil.-—
(The Huntfman Jiands perplexed, not knowing what he
Jhoulddo, the Baron walks eagerly backwards and forwards.)
I want no 'fon-in-law ! — I have a fon — *a fon who fhali
continue my name, and inherit my eftates — a fon in
whofe arms I will die. Yes, I will atone to him
for all — J will fuffer no falfe fhame to reftrain me ! — ;A11
my tenants, all my fervants, (hall know it ; — ^know that I
could forget my child — but that I am not hardened in my
guilt. Rodolph !
Huntfman. My Lord !
Baron. Conduct him hither ! — entreat him to come in,
and let all who are in the anti-chamber come with him.
[Rodolph goes out.) Oh, my heart !— 'What is it thus
makes my blood rufti through my veins, that from the
crown of my head even to the fole of my foot, I am
pulfationall oVer ! — 'Tis joy ! — joy !— *joy !™joy wholly
unmerited by me. {Frederick enters, furrounded by a
number of fervants, the Baron ru/bes towards him.) He
comes! Oh let me clafp thee to this heart! [He
throws himfelf upon Frederick's neck, and clafps him in his
arms.) My fon I ! !
£nd of Act IV.
ACT
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A C T V.
SCENE I. The Cottager's room, as in the fecond Aft.
WlLHELMINA, //^COTTAGER, and his WlFE.
WlLHELMINA.
GOOD Father, go out once more, and fee whether
he be not coming.
, Cottager. That will not bring him, good woman !
I am but this moment come in, and have looked about
every where, and can fee nobody.
Wife. Only have a little patience — who knows whither
he may be gone.
Cottager . Yes, indeed, he may be ftraggled into the
town.
Wife. True, hufband ! — but he won't get much by
that ; people are hard-hearted enough in the town.
Wilhel. Yet go once more, I entreat you, father !— —
Perhaps he may foon come now.
Cottager. Dire&ly ! — to oblige you ! [Exit.
Wife. If your fon did but know what God has been
pleafed to fend in his abfence, he'd have been here long
ago.
Wilhel. I am fo anxious.
Wife. How ! — anxious ! — One who has fuch a purfe
full of money cannot be anxious in mind j — that is to fay,
if (he come by it honeftly.
Wilhel. Where can he ftay fo long ? — He has been
gone already four hours. Some misfortune muft have
happened to him.
Wife. No, no ! — What misfortune fhould happen ?—
It is ftill broad day-light. Be cheery, and take heart ;
we'll have a good fupper at night. Oh, you may live
a long time upon that money, and do whatever you pleafe.
— Is it not true that our Baron is a fine noble gentleman.
Wilhel. How can he have learnt that I was here ?
Wife. Nay, that heaven only knows ! Mr. Frank
was fo fecret.
Wilhel. (Halfafide.) Does he then know me? It
muft be fo, elfe he would not have been fo very liberal.
Wife,
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Wife, I do'nt think that follows ! — Our good Baron is
kind both to thofe he knows, and to ftrangers.
(The Cottager re-enters, fcratching his head.)
Wilhel. (as foon as foe fees him) Well! ftill no tidings?
Cottager. One might gape till one was blind, and not
fee him at laft.
Wilhel. Ah, God ! — what can come of this !
Cottager. I faw our good Paftor coming round the
corner there.
Wilhel. Coming hither?
Csttager. Who knows ? he commonly comes once in
three or four weeks, to enquire after us.
Wife. Yes, he is very attentive in vifiting all his parifhi<-
oners, and then he afks how we go on with our employ-
ments, and how we live among each other.— If there's
any quarrels or difcontents among us, he makes them up ;
if any poor man is in great want he affifts him.
You know, hufband, how lately he fent one of his cows to
the lame Michael.
Cottager. Yes, he feqt him the beft milch-cow, out of
his yard. God blefs him for it I
Wife. God blefs him !
SCENE II. Enter the Pastor.
Paflor. God blefs you, my children !
Cottager and Wife. Thank you kindly, Sir !
Cottager. You are kindly welcome to us indeed.
Wife, (reaches a chair , which Jhe wipes with her
apron) Pray fit down !
Cottager. The weather is warm, let me fetch you a
glafs of beer.
Wife. Or fome nice juicy pears.
Paftor. I thank you, good people, but I am not thirfty.
You appear to have a vifitor.
Cottager. Ah ! dear Sir, (he is a poor woman, very
fick and weak — we took her in here from the road.
Paflor. God will reward your goodnefs.
Cottager. He has rewarded it already. — We are as happy
and joyful to day, as if we were going to the wake to-
morrow— an't we Bet ? (holds out his hand to his wife.)
Wife. Yes hufband ! (Jhe takes his hand and fhakes it
heartily.)
Pa/tor. (to Wilhelmina.) Who are you, good woman ?
Wilhel,
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Wilhel I !— Ah, Sir !— (in a halfwhifper) Oh that we
Were alone !
Pajlor (to the Cottager) Be fo kind, John, as to leave
me alone with this woman for a few minutes — I wifli for
fome private converfation with her.
Cottager. Do you hear, Bet ! come 2long. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. The Pastor WWjlhelmina.
Pajlor. Well, my good woman, we are alone.
Wilhel. Before I tell you what I was, and who I am,
allow me to afk you fome queftions. Are you a native of
this country?
Pallor. No, I came from Franconia.
Wilhel. Did you know the worthy old Paftor, your
predeceffor ?
Pajlor. No,
Wilhel. (inquisitively) You really then do not know
any particulars of my unhappy ltory, and it was merely
chance that brought you hither?
Pajlor. If you are, indeed, the perfon I fuppofe you,
and whom I have fo long fought, your ftory is not wholly
unknown to me.
Wilhel. Whom you fuppofe ? — and whom you have
fo long fought? — who then gave you fuch a com-
miffion ?
Pajlor. A man who interelts himfelf deeply in your
fate.
Wilhel. Indeed— Oh quickly tell me then — whom dq
you fuppofe me to be ?
- Pa/lor-. Wjlhelmina Boettcher.
Wilhel. Yes, I am the unfortunate, feduced Wilhel-
mina! — and the man who takes fo deep an intereft in my
fate — I fuppofe is Baron Wildenhain — he who robbed me
of my innocence — the murderer of my father — who for
twenty years has confined me and his child to mifery, and
who now hopes to atone for all, by a defpicable purfe of
gold. (Draws out the purfe fent her ly the Baron.) I
know not with what view you may now come hither,
whether to reproach, or to confole me, or whether to
banifli me from thefe borders, that my prefence may not
be a repronch to the voluptuary — but one requeft I have
earneftly to make you ! — carry back this purfe to the man
who has ruined me — tell him, that my virtue was not to
be
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he bartered for gold — that gold cannot repay me for my
loft peace of mind, nor can the curfe of an aged parent be
redeemed by gold. Tell him, that the poor ftarving Wil-
helmina, though clothed in beggar's rags, is ftill too proud
in fpirit to receive benefits from her feducer. We have
no- feelings now in common with each other — he defpifed
my heart — with equal contempt I fpurn his gold ! — he has
trampled me under foot — I trample under foot his gold.
(She throws the pur fe difdainfully upon the ground.) But
he fhall be left to his repofe — wholly to his repofe — he
ihall live as hitherto, in mirth and cheerfulnefs, nor fhall
the fight of Wilhelmina imbitter his pleafures. As
foon as I have fomewhat recovered my ftrength, I will
for ever leave the place, where the name of Wildenhain,
and the grave of my poor father, bow me to the ground ;
and tell him that I knew not he was returned from Fran-
conia, knew not that he was fo near me ! — Allure him
earneftly of this, or he may believe that I came hither in
fearch of him. — Oh he muft not believe that !-— And now,
Sir, you fee that your prefence, the objeclt of your vifit,
have exhaufted my little ftrength. — I know not how to
fay more — I know not what more he who fent you can
require of me, (with indignation.) Yet one thing farther —
perhaps phe Baron has recollected, that he once promifed
me marriage — that on his knees before me, he called on
God to witnefs his vows, and pledged his honour for their
performance—but teil him not to be uneafy on that ac-
count, for the remembrance has long fince been banifhed
from my bofom.
Pa/tor. I have liftened to you with patient attention^
that I might learn your whole fentiments of the Baron, and
your own peculiar ways of thinking. In this unprepared
moment, when your full heart overflowed, you doubt-
lefs have not difTembled, and I rejoice to find you a wo-
man of the nobleft fentiments, worthy of the higheft
atonement that a man of honour — a man of ftri£t honour
can make you.— -With what fatisfaclion therefore, can
I correct an error, which, has perhaps, occafioned
much of the bitternefs you have expreffed againft the
Baron. Had he known that the fick woman in this cot-
tage was Wilhelmina Boettcher, and had fent to her this
purfe, he had deferved that his own fon fhould be his
murderer! — but no! believe me, no! — this has he not
done. Look me in the face, my profefHon demands con-
fidence,,
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fidence, but, independently of that, you furely would
believe me incapable of a falfhood — and I molt folemnly
allure you, that it was chance alone, made you the objecT:
of his bounty, which he believed was exercifed towards
an entire ftranger.
Wllhel. How, Sir ! — Would you perfuade me, that
Inch a prefent as this was the effect: of chance ? — To a
ftranger one fends a florin, a dollar, but not a purfe of
gold.
Pajlor. I grant it is extraordinary — but the occafion
was extraordinary. Your fon —
Wilhel What! my Son?
Pajlor. Becalm. An affectionate Son begged for his
Mother — that .affected the Baron.
Wilhel. Begged of the Baron ! — of his Father \
Pa/lor, Even fo ! — but underftand, that neither knew
the other — and that the mother received this prefent for
the fake of the fon.
Wilhel. Knew not each other! — And where is my
fon ?
Pajlor. At the caftle.
Wilhel. And ft ill are they unknown to each other ?
Pajlor. No — all is now revealed, and I am fent hither
by the Baron, not to an unknown fick-woman, but to
Wilhelmina lioettcher, not with money, but with acom-
miflion to act as my own heart fhall dictate.
Wilhel. Your heart ! — oh, Sir, pledge not your
feelings for thofe of this obdurate man ! — Yet will the
woman forget, what fhehas fufferedforhis fake, if he only
v/ill atone for it to the mother — the woman will pardon
him, jf be deferve the Mother's thanks. In what ftate
then is my Frederick— how has the baron received him?
Pajlor. I left him overcome by violent emotions — it
was eyen then the moment of difcoyery — nothing was
yet decided — yet, doubtlefs, at this inftant the fon is
clafped in his father's arms. I will warrant that his
heart —
Wilhel. Again his heart !— heaven's how is the
heart of this man thus fuddenly changed ? — for twenty
years deaf to the voice of nature —
Paftor. You do him injuftice ! — hear before you judge
him. Many errors appear to us at the firft view deteita-
bje— when if we knew all that led to them, all the inter-
vening
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vening cifcumftances which infenfibly prompted to the
deed, all the trifles whofe iufluence is fo imperceptible,
and yet fo great, how might our opinions be altered.—
Could we have accompanied the offender ftep by ftep, in-
ftead of, as now, feeing only the firft, the tenth, and the
twentieth, often indeed, mould we exculpate, where
we at prefent condemn. Far be it from me to defend the
Baron's mifcondudt, but this I dare aflert, that even a good
man may once in his life be guilty of a lapfe, with-
out deferving to forfeit entirely his character for good-
uefs. Where is the demi-god, who can dare to vaunt,
that his confcience is clear, pure as falling fnow ! — and if
fuch a boafter live, for God's-iake trull him not, he
is far more dangerous than a repentant finner. — Pardon
my difFufenefs — in a few words you mall now have the
Baron's ftory fince your feparation. — At that time he
loved you moft fmcerely, but the fear of his rigid mother
prevented the fulfilment of his vows. The war recalled
him to the field, where he was feverely wounded, made
a prifoner, and for a whole year was confined to his bed,
unable to write to you, or to obtain any information con-
cerning you — Then did your image firft begin to grow
fainter in his mind. In confequence of his dangerous
wounds, he was carried from the field of battle to a
neighbouring manfion, the owner of which was a man
of rank and benevolence, pofiefied of a large eftate,
and the father of a beautiful daughter. The maiden
was particularly pleafed with the young man, fcarcely
ever left his bed-fide, nurfed him like a filter, and filed
tears for his fufferings, to which the Baron's heart could
not be infenfible. Philanthropy and gratitude knit the
bands, which death tore alunder but a few weeks fince.
Thus was the remembrance of you entirely obliterated. He
exchanged his native country for a noble refidence in Fran-
conia ; he became a hufband, a father, and employed
himfelf in the improvement of his eftates — no object
that he beheld reminded him of you, nor could any
thing revive your image in his heart, till his life be-
came imbittered by domcftic feuds. Too late he dis-
covered in his wife a proud, imperious woman, a
fpoiled child poflefiing a fpirit of contradiction, and per-
tina«k>ufly adhering to her own opinions. She feemed to
have refcued him from death, merely to torment him to
death
68 THE NATURAL SON:
death herfelf. Chance at that time conducted me to his
houfe — I gained his friendfhip — J became the inftru&or
of his only daughter, and was foon admitted to his con-
fidence.— Oh how often has he with anguifti of heart, faid,
" This woman revenges on me the wrongs of my
Wilhelmina." — How often has he curfed the wealth
which his wife brought him, and in fancy enjoyed a lefs
brilliant, but more happy lot, in your arms. When at
length this living became vacant, and he offered me the
cure, the firft words with which he accompanied the
propofal were, " my Friend, there will you learn what
is become of my Wilhelmina." — Every letter that I
afterwards received from him, contained this exclamation
— " Still no tidings of my Wilhelmina !" — Thefe letters
are now in my pofleffion — you may fee them. I never
was able to difcover the place of your abode — fate pre-
vented it — having in its view this more important day.
Wilhel. You have afFedted me much — and the emotions
which I feel prefs conviction to my heart. How will all
this end ? — What now is to become of me ?
Pajlor. The Baron did not indeed fignify to me his
intentions fhouldv you be found, but your wrongs de-
mand atonement, and I know but of one way in which it
can be made. — Exalted woman I If your flrength will
permit you to accompany me — my carriage waits — the
road is fhort and eafy.
Wilhel. I go with you ? — Go before the Baron in thefe
rags ?
Pajlor. And wherefore not ?
Wilhel. Will they not reproach him ?
Pajlor. Noble-minded woman ! — come with rue then ;
we will flop at my houfe ; my filler will quickly furnifl*
you with clothes.
Wilhel. But fhall I find my Frederick at the caftle ?
Pajlor. Moft certainly !
Wilhel. {rifing.) Well! — for his fake I will fub-
mit to this arduous tafk ! — He is the only branch on
which my hopes ftill bloiTom — the reft are all withered,
dead ! — But where are my good Hofl and Hoftefs, that I
may take my leave, and thank them ?
Pajlor. [takes up the pur fe, goes to the door and calls.)
Here, Neighbour ! — John f
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SCENE IV. Enter Cottager and his Wife.
Cottager. Here I am !
Wife . Thank God, (he is upon her legs once more !
1 am heartily glad of it.
Pajior. My good friends, I will take this woman with
me — fhe will have better accommodations.
Cottager. Yes, indeed !— fhe is but badly off here\
"Wife. We were glad to do the beft we could for her,
but we could do but lbrrily after all.
Pajior. You have a£ted like worthy people — -take that
as a reward for your kindnefs ! [Offers thepurfe to the Cot-
tager, who puts his hands before him, plays with his fingers
in his waijicoat, looks at the money , and [hakes his head.)
Will you not take it? {Offers it to the wife ; Jhe plays
with her apron, looks at it with half-averted eyes, and
/hakes her head.) What is your objection?
Cottager. Pray don't take it amifs, good Sir 9 I can't
think of being paid for doing my duty.
Wife, {looking up to heaven) There we look for our'
reward.
Pajior. [laying a hand on the Jhoulder of each, much
affecled) And there you will be rewarded — Heaven blefs
you both !
Wilhel. You will not refufe my thanks?
Cottager. You are kindly welcome.
Wife. Yes, you are heartily welcome.
Wilhel. Farewell, kind people ! — (She Jhakes them both
by the hand.)
Cottager. Farewell, farewell! — I hope you'll foon be
better.
Wife. And if you ever come this way, pray call in:
Pajior. God preferve you ! {Offers his arm to Wilhel-
mina, who takes hold of it, wipes the tears from her eyes,
and fupports herfelfby a flick in the other hand.)
Cottager. Adieu, good Paftor ! [Pulls off his hat, and
makes many f craping s with his foot.)
Wife. And I thank you kindly for this vifit.
Both. And we hope you'll come again foon. (They go
to the door with the Pajior and Wilhelmina.)
Cottager, (taking his wife by the hand) Well, Bet,
what think you ? How fhall we fleep to-night ?
Wife, [prejfing his hand) As found as tops. [Exeunt.
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SCENE V. A Room in the Cajlle.
The Baron fits on afofha, exhaujied by various emotions:
Frederick. Jiands by, bending over him, and prejfing
ane of the Baron 's hands between his.
Baron. So, you have really feen fervice — fmelt gun-
powder— I'd lay my life, young man, that as Frederick von
Wildenhain, you had been fpoiled both by father and mo-
ther j but as Frederick Boettcher, you are grown to be a
brave fellow. Thou haft hitherto been expofed to hardfhips
and dangers — thy youthful path has not been ftrewed
with rofes ! — Well, well, Frederick, it fhall be otherwife
now — the future fhall reward thee for the paft. The
opprobium of thy birth fhall be removed — Indeed it fhall.
I will publicly acknowledge thee as>my only fon, and as
heir to my eftates ! — What fay'ft thou to this ?
Fred. And my mother ?
Baron. Oh, fear not that fhe fhall ftarve! Thou
can'ft not fuppofe thy father will do things by halves.
Knoweft thou not that Wildenhain is one of the beft
eftates in this country, and only a mile from hence lies
Wellendorf, alio a little eftate of mine ? Befides, through
my wife, God reft her foul ! I have three large manors
in Franconia.
Fred. But my mother ?
Baron. I was going to fay, that your mother fhall
have her choice of an abode. If fhe does not like Fran-
conia, fhe may remain at Wellendorf. T here is a neat
houfe, neither too large nor too fmall — a pretty garden,
and in a delightful country — in fliort, a paradife in mi-
niature. There fhall fhe want for nothing — there fhall
a happy old age fmooth the furrows which a youth of
forrow has made in her cheeks.
Fred. [Jiarting back) How!
Baron. Yes, indeed ! — And you know, Frederick, as
the diftance is not great, in the morning, fhould we be
inclined to make your mother a vifit, 'tis only to faddle
the horfes, and we can be there in an hour.
Fred. Indeed ! — And by what name fhall my mother
fee called ?
Baron, (corifufed) How ?
• Fred. Is fhe to be considered as your houfekeeper, or
your miftrefs ?
Baron.
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Baron. Fool!
Fred. I underftand you ! — and will withdraw myfelF,
my father, that you may have time to confider of your
refolution ; only I allure you, by all that is moft dear, moft
facred to me, (nor can any thing make my determination)
that my fate is infeparably united to my mother's — it muft.
be Wilhelmina von Wiidenhain, and Frederick von
Wildenhain, or Wilhelmina Boettcher and Frederick
Boettcher. [Exit,
Baron. So! — What would he then? — Surely he does
not mean thatl mould marry his mother ? — Young man !
young man ! thou muft not prefume to prefcribe laws to
thy father ! — I thought I had arranged every thing ad-
mirably well — I was as happy as a king — I had relieved
my conicience of a burden, and was recovering my breath,
then comes this fellow and rolls another great ftone in the
path over which I muft ftumble. Well, well, friend Con-
fcience, God be thanked, thou and I are friends again. —
Hey ! how's this ? What am I to underftand ? — Thou art
ftlent — or rather feemeft to murmur a little !
SCENE VI. Enter the Pastor.
Baron. You are come in happy time, my friend ; my
confcience and I have commenced a fuit, and fuch fuits
properly belong to your jurifdiclion.
Pajior. Your confcience is in the right.
Baron. Hey, hey, Mr. Judge, not fo partial if you
pleafe ! — you know not yet what the queftion is.
Pajior. Confcience is always in the right, for it never
fpeaks but when it is in the right.
Baron. Well, — but I am not yet certain whether it
fpeaks, or is filent, only in fuch cafes perfons of your
profeffion have quicker ears than ght own. Liften then,
a few words will ftate the cafe. — I have found my fon,
(Clapping bis hand on his Jhsulder) a fine, noble youth,
good Paftor! full of fire as a Frenchman, proud as an
Englifhman, and full of honour as a German. Be this
as it may, I mean to remove the opprobrium of his ille-
gitimacy.— Am I not right in this ?
Paftor. Perfectly right '
Baron. And his mother {hall, in her old age, lead an afflu-
ent and happy life. I will give htr my eftate of Wellen-
florf, the . u ay fJbc live, form it according to her tafte,
K 2 grow
72 THE NATURAL SON.
grow young again in her fon, revive in her grand-
children.-—Am I not right in this?
Pq/ior. No.
Baron. {Starting back.) No ! — What then fhould I do ?
Pajior. Marry her !
Baron. How ! — Marry her ?
Pajior. Baron Wildenhain is a man who never a&s
without fufficient reafon.— 1 ftand here as the advocate of
your confcience, and requeft to know upon what grounds
you now proceed— Then (hall you hear what I hare to fay.
Baron. Would you have me marry a beggar ?
Pajior. {after a paufe) Is that all I
Baron, {confujed) No,— I have further grounds :—
much further f
Pajior. May I requeft to know them ?
Baron, (/till much confufed) I am a Nobleman.
Pajior. What more I
Baron. People will point their fingers at me.
Pajior. Proceed. —
Baron. My relations will look afkance at me.
Pajior. Well.
Baron. And— -and-— {very haji'ily) plague take it, I can
recollect nothing more !
Pajior. Now, then, it is my turn to fpeak. But before I
begin, let me put a few queftions to you : Did Wilhelmina,
through levity or coquetry, lay berfelf open to feduction.
Baron. No, no, fhe was always a modeft, prudent girl.
Pajior. Did it coft you much trouble to fubdue her
virtue.
Baron. {Jhortly) Yes.
Pajior. Did you notpromife her marriage ? {the Baron
hefitates^ the Pajior ajks again more earnejily) Did you
not promife her marriage ?
Baron. Yes !
Pajior. And called God to witnefs your promife ?
Baron. Yes !
Pajior. And pledged your honour for its performance ?
Baron, {impatiently) The devil ! — Yes !
Pajior •; Well then, my Lord, — God was your witnefs —
God, who faw you at that moment, and who fees you
now. — Your honour was your pledge, which you muft
redeem, if you ate indeed a man of honour. I now ftand
before you. imprefTed with the dignity of my fublime vocation^
and dare fpeak to you as to the loweft of your peafants ;
my
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Kiy duty requires it, and I will fulfil my duty, even at the
hazard of your friendfhip. Did you, as a thoughtlefs
youth, who lives only for the prefent moment, feduce an
innocent girl without thinking on the confequences ; but,
in maturer years, repenting of your youthful follies, have
you to the utmoft of your power repaired your faults,
then are you indeed a man deferving the efteem of the ho-
neft and the virtuous. — But---has the voluptuous youth,
through wicked fnares, involved a guiltlefs creature in mi-
fery, and deprived a maiden of her virtue, her happinefs, to
fatisfy the paflion of a moment ? did he pledge his word
of honour in intoxication, and offer up his confeience as
a facrifice to his deilres, and believes he that all is to
be atoned by a handful of gold, of which chance alone
makes him the poffeffor. — Oh, does not fuch an one
deferve Pardon my warmth, my lord ! it might in-
jure a good caufe, were it not here moft. natural. — Fare-
well the good old days of chivalry. The virtues of our
anceftors, their high fenfe of honour, their reverence for
female delicacy, are buried in one common grave ; no-
thing now remains but the moft trivial or the woiff part, of
thofe times, their titles, and their lingle combats. A victory
over innocence is, in thefe days, confidered as a de-:d of he-
roifm, of which the conqueror vaunts over his bottle, while
the poor object of feduction, drowned in her tears, curfes the
deftroyer of her honour and peace of mind, and perhaps
harbours the horrid thought of being: herfelf'the murderer
of the infant fhe bears. 1 repeat, then, my Lord, that you
ought to keep your word, even though vou were a prince !
A prince may indeed be releafed by the flate from its
performance, but never can be acquitted by his own
confeience ! — Have you not reafon then to thank God,
that you are not a prince ? that it is in your power to
purchafe repofe of heart, that higheft of ail treafures, at
fo cheap a price ?— The refolution to marry Wiihel-
mina is not even a merit, for this union will increafe your
own happinefs. 'Tis pity indeed that it coifs you no
facrifice, that your whole fortune is not at ftake ; then
might you well come forth, and fay, do I not act nobly?
2 marry Wilhelmina ! — But now, fince Wilhelmina
brings you fuch a dowry, greater than any princefs could
beftow — repofe to your confeience, and a fon (o worthy
pf your affection. — Now may you well exclaim — Willi
ine joy, my friend ! I marry Wilhelmina !
Baron,
74 THE NATURAL SON;
Baron. [During this f pee ch he has appeared extremely
agitated, now walking backwards and forwards, then
faufing — one moment tejlifying indignation, the next the
mojl affecling emotions — at length when the Pajior has
done /peaking, he approaches him with open ar?ns, preJJ'es
him to his bofom, and exclaims) My Friend ! wifh me
joy, I marry Wilhelmina ! ! !
Pajior. [returning his embrace.) I moft fincerely wifh
you joy !
Baron. Where is fhe ? — have you feen her ?
Pajior. She is in your ftudy. To avoid obfervation I
conducted her in through the garden.
Baron. Well then, this mail be the wedding day ! —
You, my Friend, fhall give us your blefling this very
evening.
Pajior. Oh no ! not fo haftily — not fo privately. The
whole village was witnefs to Wilhelmina's fname — it
muft alfo be witnefs to the reftoration of her honour.
Three Sundays fucceffively muft the banns be publifhed j
toe you content that it mail be fo ?
Baron. I am content.
Pajior. And then will we folemnize a happy nuptial
feaft, and the whole village mail unite in jubilee on the
occafion. Are you fatisfied ?
Baron. Perfectly !
Pa/lor. Is the fuit now decided ? — is your confeience
eafy ?
Baron. Completely fo — I wifh only that the firft inter-
view were over. I feel the fame {hame in appearing be-
fore her whom I have injured, as a thief before the man
he has robbed.
Pa/lor. Becalm! — Wilhelmina's heart is your judge.
Baron. And then — Wherefore mould I not confefs it?
prejudices are like old Wounds ! when the weather
changes they ftill fmart. — I — I cannot help feeling fome-
what afhamed when I think that all muft be known to my
daughter — to the count — to all my domeftics. I would
it were already over — till it is, 1 will not fee Wilhel-
mina, that when we meet, nothing may remain but joy
— but tranfport ! — Frank ! [calls to a Hunt/man who en-
ters) Where are my daughter and the count ?
Huntfman. In the dining-room, my Lord.
Baron. Defire them to come hither. [Exit Huntjman,
Remain here with me, good Paftor ! that the Coxccmb
with his privy-chamber airs, may not difconcert me. I
{hall
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(hall fpeak my mind to him clearly and concifely, and
when that is done, let his horfes be put to the carriage,
and he may go with his pommade to the devil.
SCENE VII. Enter Amelia and the Count.
Count. Nous voila a vos ordresy mon Colonel! we have
taken a mod delicieufe promenade. Wildenhain is an
earthly Paradife, and pofTefles an Eve, who refembles the
Mother of all mankind — only il manquoit un Adam who*
might take with extafies from her hand even the Apple of
death itfelf! — But now he is found, cet Adam! — he is
found !
Baron. Who is found ? — Frederick, but not Adam!
Count. Frederick ! — Who is this Frederick I
Baron. My fon ! — my only Son !
Count. Comment? your Lord/hip's fon ? — Mon Pere
informed me that you had only this daughter.
Baron. Your Pere could not know that I had a fon, for
I knew it myfelf but a few minutes ago.
Count. Vou% parlez des enigmes.
Baron. In fhort, the young man who attacked us on
the highway to day — You may remember it well, as you
ran away fo faft.
Count. I have aconfufed remembrance of it. But
Baron. Well, he is my fon !
Count. He? — how is it peilible to believe this?
Baron. Yes, he ! [afide to the P aft or) Speak for me,
I am afhamed before that coxcomb.
Paftor. A man like you abafhed before fuch an animal )
Baron. He is my natural fon.-— But what of that — be-
fore the expiration of many weeks, I mall marry his mo-
ther, and whoever fhall dare to fneer at it, fhail be properly
chaftifed. Yes, yes, Amelia, look up my child, you have,,
found a brother.
Amelia, [with extacy) Are you not joking ? — may I
believe it ?
Count. And may one afk the name of his Mother ?— -
Is fhe of Family ?
Baron. She is-— good Paftor, tell him what fhe is!
Paftor. A beggar.
Count, [laughing) Vouz badinez !
Paftor. Her name, if you wifh to know it, Wilhelmina
Boettcher.
Count. Von Boettcher ? I never heard of the family.
Baron.
7* THE NATURAL SON:
Baron. She belongs to the family of honeft people, and
that is a damn'd fmall one.
Count. Quite a Mefalliance then ?
Pa/lor. Generofity and integrity, unite tbemfelves with
love and conftancy. — Call that a Mefalliance if you pleafe.
Count. It muft be acknowledged, that one ought to be
un CEdipe, in order to develope all thefe riddles. Un fils
nature!! — a la bonne heure^ mon Colonel! — Why I have
two. There muft be moments in a man's life, when if a
pretty girl fall in his way — fuch things happen every
day. But mon dieu! one never troubles one's head with
fuch beings — unlefs to put them to fome trade perhaps,
and fo make them ufeful in the world. Mine are both
to be mzdefrifeurs.
Baron. And mine mall be a nobleman — and inherit the
eftates of Wildenhain and Wellendorf.
Count. Me voila ftupefait ! — Moft charming young
lady, I muft plead your cauie — they are au point de vous
ecrafer.
Amelia. Do not give yourfelf that trouble.
Count. La fille unique I— -JJ unique heritiere.
Amelia. 11 ?ne refte P amour de mon pere !
Baron. Bravo, Amelia! — bravo! — Come hither, and
let me give you a kifs ! {Amelia files into his arms) Count,
you will do me a favour, if you will take yourfelf away.
A fcene may, perhaps, pafs here, from which you will
derive no fatisfa£tion.
Count. De tout mon cosur! — At prefent, if I miftake
not, we have clair de luney and I (hall be enabled this
very evening to return into the town.
Baron. As you pleafe.
Count. A dire vrai, men Colonel! I came not hither to
feek avoleur de grand chemin as my brother-in-law, nor a
Gueufe as my ftep-mother. Henri! Henri! [Skips out.
SCENE VIII. The Baron, Amelia, and the Pastor.
Baron, [ftill clafping Amelia in his arms) Ah, I breathe
more freely ! — And now a word with you, my Amelia —
Twenty years ago, your father was guilty of a lapfe —
feduced a poor girl, and gave exiftence to a child, who
till this day has wandered about the world in meannefs
and poverty. The circumftance has prelled upon my
mind like a rock of granite— You may remember how
many an evening I have fpent in gloom and deep de-
jection
A PLAY. 77
je&ion— ^with my eyes fixed as I fat iri my arm-chair
fmoking my pipe — not hearing you when you fpoke, not
fmiling when you carefled me — then was it that my con-
fidence upbraided me—that all my wealth, my rank, nor
even you, my child, could procure me the repofe which
a fpotlefs mind alone can feel. Now I have found both wife
and fonj and this worthy man, (pointing to the Paftor)
as well as this, (pointing to bis heart) both tell me 'tis my
duty publicly to acknowledge them as fuch. What think
you ?
• Amelia, (carejfing him.) My Father need not afk tkat.
Baron . Will not the lofs you muft experience, coft you
©ne figh ? Will a father's repofe pay you for all?
Amelia. What lofs ?
Baron. You were confidered as my only heirefs.
Amelia, (tenderly reproving him.) Oh my Father !
Baron. You lofe two fine eftates.
Amelia. But a Brother's love will amply repay them.
Baron. And mine! (prejfing her eagerly to his bofom.)
Pajlor. (turning a fide.) Oh why not mine alfo !
Baron, (to the Pajlor.) My friend, for a victory over
one prejudice, I have to thank you ! — for a victory over a
fecond, 1 muft thank myfelf! — A man like you, the
teacher, and the image of virtue, raifes his profeffion to
one of the nobleft that the world can boaft. Were all
your brethren like yourfelf, chriftianity might well be
proud of them! — you are a noble man — I am only a
Nobleman — or, if I am now likely to become more,
it is to you I fhall be indebted for the change. I am in-
deed very much your debtor — Amelia, will you pay for
me ? ( Amelia looks at her Father doubtfully for a few mo-
ments, then lets fall her hands, turns to the Pajlor, and
flies into his arms.)
Pajlor. (in the utmoft ajloni foment.) My God! — my
Lord Baron.
Baron. Silence, filence ! Not a word.
Amelia, (kijfmg him) Silence, filence! You, indeed,
love me ! ( The Pa/lor loo-fens himfelffrom her arms, bur/Is
into tears, attempts to fpeak, but is unable — he goes up to
the Baron, takes his hand, and is about prejfing it to his
month, when the Baron withdraws it, find prejjes him in
his arms.)
Amelia. Oh. I am fo happy !
L Baron.
78 THE NATURAL SON:
Baron, {withdrazving his arms from the Pajior)—*
Enough, enough ! — Oh, I could cry like a child ! — Suffer
me, fuffer me to compofe myfelf for a few moments — I
have yet another fcene to come, more heart-affedting than
even this. — Now, deareft Frederick, in a few minutes
all fhall be accomplifhed, and the laft rays of the declining
fun mail beam upon the happieft group in Nature's wide-
extended kingdom. — Where is Wilhelmina?
Pajior. I will fetch her.
Baron. Stop! — my mind is agitated! — my heart f®
throbs ! — one moment to recover myfelf. {He walks
backwards and forwards , breathes with difficulty r, and cajis
his eyes frequently towards the door of the adjoining room.)
That way will me come — that was my mother's cham-
ber— thence have I often feen her come — have feafted on
her fweet fmile — how can I bear now to fee her darkened
forrow-worn countenance ?— Frederick muft plead for me
-—Where is my Frederick I {calls) Frank! [Hunt/man
enters) Where is my fon?
Huntfman. In his room.
Baron. Defire him to come hither! {to the Pajior)
Now ! — my heart beats eagerly ! Hafte ! Hafte! — conduct
her in ! ( The Pajior goes out at the fide-door-— the Baron
turns towards it, but Jl arts back fomejieps, luhile all his fea-
tures betray the greateji agitation).
SCENE IX. Enter the Pastor, conducing in Wil-
helmina— the Baron catches her fpcechlefs in his
arms—Jhe almoji faints. The Baron and Pastor
place her in a chair \ the Baron kneels before her, with
one arm round her waiji, and her handprefj'ed in the other.
Baron. Wilhelmina ! know you not my voice ?
Wilhel. {tenderly and faintly) Wildenhain!
Baron. Can you forgive me ?
Wilhel. I forgive you freely !
Fred, {enters haftily) My mother's voice! — Oh, mo-
ther!— father! {He throws himfelf on his knees by tie
0t her fide of his mother— jhe bends tenderly over both — the
Paftor ftands with his eyes gratefully turned towards
heaven — Amelia leans on his Jhoulder, and wipes the tears
from her eyes).
The curtain falls.
END OF THE PLAY.
SKETCH
OF THE
LIFE AND WRITINGS
OF »
KOTZEBUE;
Extracted principally from a Paper in the Monthly
Magazine of Augujl lafl.
By Dr. WILLICH, Pbyfician to the Saxon Embajfy.
K.OTZEBUE ftands equally high in the lift of Ger-
man literati, confidered both as a dramatic writer, and as
a writer of novels and romances. In the former line he
is juftly allowed to rank among the moft celebrated names
which the prefent times can boaft, and not to be inferior
in excellence to Schiller, Schroder, Wieland, or Klop-
ftock.
He is a native of Weimar in Saxony, a fmall but
highly-polifhed city, which has frequently been called
'* Paris in miniature" He was educated under the care
and tuition of the late profeflbr Mufaeus * of Weimar, of
whom he foon became a favourite pupil, and from whom
he imbibed an early attachment to the Mufes. This tafte
he farther cultivated by his unremitting attention to the
dramatic performances at his native town, which were
then in great repute on account of the refined tafte and
correct judgment of the actors and audience. Kotze»
BUe's decided predilection for the drama, in theory as
* The name of Musteus is never mentioned in Germany
but with pleafure and refpeft. His " Popular Tales of the
Germans" were tranflated into Englifh, about feven or eight
years fince; and although the fimplicity and humour of Mu-
iaeus's fpirit are not fully transfufed into the tranflation, yet
every candid reader muft allow that the work poffeffes uncom-
mon merit, and will confider it as an ample teftimony of the
author's talents and ingenuity.
80 Sketch of the Life and Writings of Kotzebue.
well as in practice, is obvious from feveral paflages aUudT
ing to this fubje& in his own works : yet it is certain that
he never performed on any public ftage, but that all his
attempts as an actor were confined to private theatres
eftablifhed among feleit parties of literary friends. Thus
he gained the double advantage of at once gratifying his
inclinations by indulging himfelf in his favourite amufe-
ment, and at the fame time of exhibiting his dramatic
compofitions to a contracted circle of candid and difcerning
critics, and thereby obtaining a juft decifion on their me-
rits before he ventured to prefent them to the public.
Kotzebue was educated for the law, which he prac-
tifed for a fucceffion of years in various eminent ftations,
till he was appointed president of the high college of
juftice in the Ruffian province of Livonia. While in
this fituation, he appears, in conjunction with other
friends, to have eftablifhed a private theatre at Revel, in
which fome of his pieces were firft performed ; that be-
fore us being one of the number. The majority of his
dramatic works were, indeed, written during the time
of his refidence in Livonia, as well as many of his mif-
cellaneous compofitions in the department of the Belles-
Let tres.
That his writings fliould be fo multifarious is the more
furprizing, as his Teifure time muft till latterly have been
very inconfiderable ; fince, during the period that he held
the diftinguifhed office above-mentioned, the variety and
importance of his other avocations muft have required
nearly the whole of his attention. Fortunately, how-
ever, for the Mufes, and particularly thofe of the Ger-
man ftage, he met with a number of invidious opponents
in Livonia, who magnified every trifling foible of his
private conduct into a crime of the firft magnitude, and
perfecuted him with fuch unrelenting malignity, that he
thought proper to retire from his fpiendid office of ftate,
and devote the remainder of his life to a more grateful
public. Hence he betook himfelf entirely to literary
purfuits ; and, having quitted the Ruffian dominions, he
repaired to the court of Vienna, where he very foon ob-
tained the appointment of Poet-laureat to the Emperor^
and Drama tifi to the Imperial Theatre ; in which fituation
his merits and talents now meet with their juft reward, in
the very high degree of public efteem in which they are
held, and which they fo amply deferve.
Sketch of the Life and IPritings of Kotzebue. 8 1
It is unneceflary here to detail the complicated intrigues
carried on under the late Emprefs of Ruffia in every pro,
vince of her extenfive empire, and the frequent perfec-
tions which foreigners promoted to office fuftained from
the femi-barbarous natives. Let it fuffice to obferve, that
they too often fucceeded in their nefarious defigns againft .
thofe aliens whom they hated, both on account of the fu-
periority of their talents, and their abhorrence of Ruffian
floth and drunkennefs. Kotzebue was one of the
many objects of perfecution in Ruffia, although his moral
character may fairly be concluded to have been unex-
ceptionable, as it is fcarcely credible that the Emperor of
Germany would otherwife have conferred upon him fuch
diftinguifhed marks of his favour. It is probable that one
principal caufe of his being obliged to leave the Ruffian
dominions, was the difapprobation he drew upon hirnfelf
on account of his celebrated work, called " Count Ben-
jowjky, or the Confpiracy of Kamfckatka" which contains
many private anecdotes relative to the cruelties pra&ifed
by order of the Czarina towards her opprefled and en-
flaved fubje<Sls.
The merits of our author in the wide field of the
drama are now much known, and begin to be duly ap-
preciated in this country, through thofe of his productions
which have already been tranflated into the Englifh lan-
guage. It is to be regretted, however, that German
tranflations often appear in a very mutilated and meta-
morphofed ftate before the Englifh public ; fince, on this
account, it is not very eafy juftly to afcertain the due and
relative merits of either the author or tranflator. Of
about thirty dramatic pieces, of various merit, publifhed
by Kotzebue, four had appeared in an Englifh drefs
prior to the work now before us : " Mifantbropy and
Repentance" — " 2 he Negro Slaves''- — Count Benjowjky" —
and " The Indians in England*." The firft of thefe,
under the title of " The Stranger" was performed with
great applaufe (though with very great alterations) at
Drury-Lane theatre laft winter, and for a confiderable
part of the feafon attracted brilliant and crouded audi-
* Since the firft edition of the prefent work was publifhed,
a tranflation of another of Kotzebue's plays, " Adelaide <von
Wulfingen" by Mr. Thomson, the tranflator of " The
$tr anger " has been advertifed.
fnces,
$2 Sketch of the Life and Writings of Kotzebue.
ences. " The Natural Son" under the title of " Lovers9
Vows" promifes to be an equally great favourite at
Covent-Garden theatre during the enfuing winter.
The fuccefs of thefe pieces holds forth great encourage-
ment to tranflate others of Kotzeeue's dramatic works,
which would doubtlefs prove equally interefting to an
Englifh audience. That more of thefe admirable pro-
ductions have not hitherto been brought forwards to
public notice, may be afcribed partly to the great dif-
ference which has been fuppofed to fubfift between the
national tafte and manners of the Englifh and thofe of
the Germans, particularly with regard to their dramatic
compofitions ; and partly to a certain marked peculiarity
in whatever comes from the pen of Kotzebue, which
charadterifes and diftinguifhes his productions from thofe
of all other modern writers. But the experiment has
been made, and the event has proved this idea to be un-
founded.
All Kotzebue 's writings fpeak a liberal and en-
larged mind, full of benevolence and philanthropy. His
knowledge of the human heart and its fecret meanders is
unqueftionably great: he has not only made the prevail-
ing manners, oddities, and vices of the age, but alfo man
himfelf, as influenced by a variety of ardent paflions, the
fubjecl of his minuteft refearch. Few perfons have ever
attained to his excellence in delineating whimfical and
impaflioned characters ; and in fcenes drawn from private
and domeftic life, he eminently excels his cotemporary
rivals both in the unaffected delicacy of the fentiments he
conveys, and the freedom and precilion with which he in-
troduces them. His language, if not remarkably brilliant,
is yet generally correct, and dignified ; his comic fcenes
abound with genuine wit and humour, untinctured with
the vulgarity into which writers in that line are too apt
to deviate; and his pathetic fcenes are no lefsdiftinguifhed
for thofe delicate touches of nature which appeal in the
moft forcible manner to the heart. His plans are formed
with great art, and developed for the moft part in an un-*
expected, yet probable and fuccefsful manner.
To the morality of the work now before us, as well as
to that of " Mifanthropy and Repentance" objections have
been made as not prefenting fufficient discouragement
againft a lapfe from virtue in the female fex; fince, in
both jnftances, the heroines, notwithstanding their paft
tranf-
Sketch of the Life and Writings of ' Kot&ebue. 83
tranfgreffions, are finally reftored to their ftation in fo-
ciety. But this objection does not feem well-founded,
and to be made rather from taking only a fuperficial glance
over the furface of the fubje£r, than from diving into its
inmoft receffes. Surely in neither cafe is the fate of the
offender fo alluring as to offer any attraction to others
to follow their fteps ; on the contrary, the fufferings en-
dured by both in confequence of their refpe£tive faults,
hold out a forcible warning to beware of the errors which
led to fuch mifery. Neither does their reftoration at
laft feem a violation of that ftridT: juftice which their
offences demanded, fince to teach the tranfgreffor that no
length of fuffering, and feverity of repentance, can atone
for fuch a lapfe, muft tend to difcourage every attempt t©
reformation, inftead of exciting to all poffible endeavours
for its attainment. The great caufe of virtue feems beft
fupported by painting, in forcible colours, the inevitable
mifery attendant upon guilt, yet at the fame time holding
out every encouragement that can be offered, to thofe
who have unfortunately fwerved from their duty, to feek
by the moft ftrenuous efforts to regain the height they
have loft. In this point of view the morality of thefe
pieces will appear unexceptionable ; or, if any objection
is to be made againft it, it mould rather feem to be on a
different ground. That the fufferings ofWiLHELMiNA
in " The Natural Son" are more fevere and more pro-
tracted than thofe of Eulalia in " Mifanthropy and
Repentance •" whereas the crime of the latter, as a mar-
ried woman deferting her hufband and children for an-
other man, is beyond comparifon greater than that of the
former.
Only one of Kotzebue's romances, it is believed,
has yet appeared in an Englifh garb, " Ildegerte Queen
of Norway " tranflated alfo by Mr. Thomson. In this
the author entirely quits the path of nature, in tracing the
meanders of which he is fo eminently fuccefsful, and de-
viates into that of extravagant imagination where he does
not appear equally happy. Still this romance, if not pof-
fefling a like degree of interefl: with fome other of his
works, as a memorial of the extent and variety of his
talents, is well worthy of notice. His more fimple tales,
however, claim, and would probably find, a much greater
degree of public attention and admiration.
FINIS.
trxxjmi'AZs Y to the
CULRT of the EMPEROR of CHIN A, in the Years
1 794 and 1795; (subsequent to that of the Earl of Ma-
cartney.) Containing a Description of several Parts of
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