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yesterday's; is thine the same? I flew
hither to see if thou wert happy, that I might return and be so too. But I
find thee whelmed in sorrow!
LOUISA. Not so, my beloved, not so!
FERDINAND. Confess, Louisa! you are not happy. I see through your
soul as clearly as through the transparent lustre of this brilliant. No spot
can harbor here unmarked by me--no thought can cloud your brow that
does not reach your lover's heart. Whence comes this grief? Tell me, I
beseech you! Ah! could I feel assured this mirror still remained
unsullied, there'd seem to me no cloud in all the universe! Tell me, dear
Louisa, what afflicts you?
LOUISA (looking at him with anxiety for a few moments). Ferdinand!
couldst thou but know how such discourse exalts the tradesman's

daughter----
FERDINAND (surprised). What say'st thou? Tell me, girl! how camest
thou by that thought? Thou art my Louisa! who told thee thou couldst
be aught else? See, false one, see, for what coldness I must chide thee!
Were indeed thy whole soul absorbed by love for me, never hadst thou
found time to draw comparisons! When I am with thee, my prudence is
lost in one look from thine eyes: when I am absent in a dream of thee!
But thou --thou canst harbor prudence in the sane breast with love! Fie
on thee! Every moment bestowed on this sorrow was a robbery from
affection and from me!
LOUISA (pressing his hand and shaking her head with a melancholy
air). Ferdinand, you would lull my apprehensions to sleep; you would
divert my eyes from the precipice into which I am falling. I can see the
future! The voice of honor--your prospects, your father's anger--my
nothingness. (Shuddering and suddenly drops his hands.) Ferdinand! a
sword hangs over us! They would separate us!
FERDINAND (jumps up). Separate us! Whence these apprehensions,
Louisa? Who can rend the bonds that bind two hearts, or separate the
tones of one accord? True, I am a nobleman--but show me that my
patent of nobility is older than the eternal laws of the universe--or my
escutcheon more valid than the handwriting of heaven in my Louisa's
eyes? "This woman is for this man?" I am son of the prime minister.
For that very reason, what but love can soften the curses which my
father's extortions from the country will entail upon me?
LOUISA. Oh! how I fear that father!
FERDINAND. I fear nothing--nothing but that your affection should
know bounds. Let obstacles rise between us, huge as mountains, I will
look upon them as a ladder by which to fly into the arms of my Louisa!
The tempest of opposing fate shall but fan the flame of my affection
dangers will only serve to make Louisa yet more charming. Then speak
no more of terrors, my love! I myself--I will watch over thee carefully
as the enchanter's dragon watches over buried gold. Trust thyself to me!
thou shalt need no other angel. I will throw myself between thee and

fate-- for thee receive each wound. For thee will I catch each drop
distilled from the cup of joy, and bring thee in the bowl of love.
(Embracing affectionately.) This arm shall support my Louisa through
life. Fairer than it dismissed thee, shall heaven receive thee back, and
confess with delight that love alone can give perfection to the soul.
LOUISA (disengaging herself from him, greatly agitated). No more! I
beseech thee, Ferdinand! no more! Couldst thou know. Oh! leave me,
leave me! Little dost thou feel how these hopes rend my heart in pieces
like fiends! (Going.)
FERDINAND (detaining her). Stay, Louisa! stay! Why this agitation?
Why those anxious looks?
LOUISA. I had forgotten these dreams, and was happy.
Now--now--from this day is the tranquillity of my heart no more. Wild
impetuous wishes will torment my bosom! Go! God forgive thee! Thou
hast hurled a firebrand into my young peaceful heart which nothing can
extinguish! (She breaks from him, and rushes from the apartment,
followed by FERDINAND.)

SCENE V.--A Chamber in the PRESIDENT.'S House.
The PRESIDENT, with the grand order of the cross about his neck, and
a star at his breast--SECRETARY WORM.
PRESIDENT. A serious attachment, say you? No, no, Worm; that I
never can believe.
WORM. If your excellency pleases, I will bring proofs of my
assertions.
PRESIDENT. That he has a fancy for the wench--flatters her--and, if
you will, pretends to love her--all this is very possible--nay--excusable
--but--and the daughter of a musician, you say?
WORM. Of Miller, the music-master.

PRESIDENT. Handsome? But that, of course.
WORM (with warmth). A most captivating and lovely blondine, who,
without saying too much, might figure advantageously beside the
greatest beauties of the court.
PRESIDENT (laughs). It's very plain, Worm, that you have an