ertaking is beyond my sphere; send
for an architect, and what he plans I will endeavour to execute. My
head may conceive the plan for a common dwelling-house well enough, but
not for a palace; and so I do not wish to step out of my line." The old
Prince has since repeatedly thanked me for it, and said, with a
significant nod, "You were right, master, Clarenbach! I wish some of my
counsellors would do the same, and, when called on, say, I am not fit
to fill that office. But they take the hatchet in hand, and slash away
without any art or judgment."--My dear son, throw it down, and let some
good political carpenter take it up. God be with you!
SCENE IX.
Enter Lawyer WELLENBERG.
_Well._ Are you all here?--thank God!
_Clar._ You are welcome, Mr. Wellenberg.
_Well._ A chair, a chair. (P. Counsellor reaches a chair.)
_Clar._ What is the matter with you, pray?
_Well._ O Heaven! oh!
_Fred._ What ails you, Sir?
_Gern._ You make me uneasy.
_Soph._ Have you spoken with my father?
_Well._ Yes, yes, yes.
_P. Coun._ Dear Wellenberg, pray speak plain.
_Well._ _Est necesse, ut remotis testibus loquar._
_P. Coun._ _Dicam ergo aliis ut abeant._
_Well._ _Imo, jubeas, quaeso! sunt enim res summi momenti._
_P. Coun._ _Nunquid sane de sponsae meae parente?_
_Well._ _Quin ita! agitur enim vitae et animae salus._
_P. Coun._ Good folks, leave me a minute alone with this good
gentleman.
_Clar._ Good God!
_Soph._ It concerns my father.--O Clarenbach!
_P. Coun._ We will manage all for the best.
_Soph._ To your compassion, to your filial compassion,--to your duty as
a son, to your heart, to every thing I appeal, Clarenbach! You must
bring him back to the path of virtue, even against his will. You must,
and my gratitude shall be eternal.
SCENE X.
Enter Aulic Counsellor REISSMAN.
_Reiss._ Mr. Wellenberg!--
_Well._ Oh, that God--(Rises.)
_Reiss._ I want to speak with you.
_Well._ No, no! I will not.--Keep off, keep at six yards distance from
me at least.
_Reiss._ I must have a private conversation with you.
_Well._ God forbid!
_Soph._ Dear Mr. Wellenberg grant it; I entreat you.
_Well._ Can I?--ask him.
_P. Coun._ I beg, I entreat you.
_Well._ (after a pause?) Well, yes. Yes then, I will run the risk.
_Soph._ I thank you.
_Well._ But--(beckons the Privy Couns
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