thless perfidious girl! (Throws the pocket-book at her feet, and
flies off.)
_Fred._ Gernau!
SCENE XI.
Enter Master CLARENBACH.
_Clar._ What is the matter here?
_Fred._ Stop him!
_Gern._ Leave me!--
_Clar._ (lays hold of him.) Well, stop a moment! What is it? What,
(looks round,) good heaven, what is all this!
_Fred._ My brother!--
_Gern._ (shoving the box towards him.) Counsellor Selling!
_Clar._ Where is my furniture? who had the impudence? who has permitted
it? Girl, daughter, Frederica! where was you when all this was done?
where is my furniture, my furniture? What are your intentions, people?
(looking at the box.) What is that, what is it?
_Gern._ Counsellor Selling's livery.
_Fred._ An incomprehensible present for me.
_Clar._ Pack up; lay hold; each of you a piece; carry it into the
passage! Ere night all shall be packed up, and packed off too. (All
take a piece of furniture, Gernau takes the band-box.) Stop, stop! each
two pieces! take up--(whilst they are each taking two pieces, he
discovers the easy chair, and shoves it into the middle of the room.)
So thou art here yet, old friend! that is right! (lifts up both his
arms.) You are the capital of my rank in life; (giving a knock against
the chair,) and thou art the land-mark to point out how far I should
extend the use of that capital. Away with the rest! away, I say! (They
carry off the furniture.)
ACT III.
SCENE I.
The Aulic Counsellor REISSMAN's House.
Enter REISSMAN, with hat and cane.
_Reiss._ Not here neither? (Rings the bell.) Where then can she be,--my
young lady, my daughter?
Enter SERVANT.
_Reiss._ Where is my daughter?
_Serv._ In the garden.
_Reiss._ Run and tell her to come directly.
_Serv._ (exit.) Now it is done, (walking up and down pleased.) Now it
is right, and--(stops suddenly,) but that perverse old-fashioned
fellow, with his pious lamentations--Pshaw! my intended son-in-law must
manage him, and that quickly too, or he shall not have the girl. He is
in love with her and the money,--a twofold inducement! He is in my
hand, because his conscience is not altogether free,--a triple
security!
SCENE II.
Enter SOPHIA.
_Soph._ You have ordere
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