The robbers, Fiesco, Love and intrigue . d your question. Pres. (with an insulting laugh) Oh, indeed ! Well,I only meant to hint that — as everything has its price— I hope you have been more provident than to bestowyour favours gratis — or perhaps you were satisfiedwith merely participating in the pleasure ? Eh ? howwas it ? Ferd. (infuriated) Hell and confusion! Whatdoes this mean ? Louisa, (to Ferdinand, with dignity and emotion)Baron von Walter, now you are free ! Ferd. Father! virtue though clothed in a beggarsgarb commands respect! Pres. (laughing aloud) A most excellent joke! Thefather i
The robbers, Fiesco, Love and intrigue . d your question. Pres. (with an insulting laugh) Oh, indeed ! Well,I only meant to hint that — as everything has its price— I hope you have been more provident than to bestowyour favours gratis — or perhaps you were satisfiedwith merely participating in the pleasure ? Eh ? howwas it ? Ferd. (infuriated) Hell and confusion! Whatdoes this mean ? Louisa, (to Ferdinand, with dignity and emotion)Baron von Walter, now you are free ! Ferd. Father! virtue though clothed in a beggarsgarb commands respect! Pres. (laughing aloud) A most excellent joke! Thefather is commanded to honour his sons strumpet! Louisa. Oh ! Heaven and earth ! (Sinks down ina swoon?) Ferd. (drawing his sword) Father, you gave melife, and, till now, I acknowledged your claim on debt is cancelled. (Replaces his sword in thescabbard, and points to Louisa.) There lies the bondof filial duty torn to atoms ! Miller, (who has stood apart trembling, now comesforward, by turns gnashing his teeth in rage, and shrink-. LOVE AND INTRIGUE 347 ing back in terror) Your Excellency, the child is thefathers second self. No offence, I hope! Who strikesthe child hits the father — blow for blow — thats ourrule here. No offence, I hope ! Mrs. M. God have mercy on us ! Now the oldman has begun — we shall all catch it with a vengeance ! Pres. (who has not understood what Miller said)What ? is the old pander stirred up ? We shall havesomething to settle together presently, Mr. Pander! Miller. You mistake me, my lord. My name isMiller, at your service for an adagio — but, as to lady-birds, I cannot serve you. As long as there is such anassortment at court, we poor citizens cant afford to layin stock ! No offence, I hope ! Mrs. M. For Heavens sake, man, hold your tongue !would you ruin both wife and child ? Ferd. (to his father) You play but a sorry parthere, my lord, and might well have dispensed with thesewitnesses. Miller, (coming nearer, with increasing confidenc
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