MILLER, MRS. MILLER, LOUISA, FERDINAND, PRESIDENT, with SERVANTS. PRESIDENT (as he enters). So! here he is! (All start in terror.) FERDINAND (retiring a few paces). In the house of innocence! PRESIDENT. Where a son learns obedience to his father! FERDINAND. Permit me to—— PRESIDENT (interrupting him, turns to MILLER). The father, I presume? MILLER. I am Miller, the musician. PRESIDENT (to MRS. MILLER). And you, the mother? MRS. MILLER. Yes, alas! her unfortunate mother! FERDINAND (to MILLER.) Father, take Louisa to her chamber—she is fainting. PRESIDENT. An unnecessary precaution! I will soon arouse her. (To LOUISA.) How long have you been acquainted with the President's son? LOUISA (with timidity). Of the President's son I have never thought. Ferdinand von Walter has paid his addresses to me since November last. FERDINAND. And he adores her! PRESIDENT (to LOUISA). Has he given you any assurance of his love? FERDINAND. But a few minutes since, the most solemn, and God was my witness. PRESIDENT (to his son angrily). Silence! You shall have opportunity enough of confessing your folly. (To LOUISA.) I await your answer. LOUISA. He swore eternal love to me. FERDINAND. And I will keep my oath. PRESIDENT (to FERDINAND). Must I command your silence? (To LOUISA). Did you accept his rash vows? LOUISA (with tenderness). I did, and gave him mine in exchange. FERDINAND (resolutely). The bond is irrevocable—— PRESIDENT (to FERDINAND). If you dare to interrupt me again I'll teach you better manners. (To LOUISA, sneeringly.) And he paid handsomely every time, no doubt? LOUISA. I do not understand your question. PRESIDENT (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 bestow your favors gratis—or perhaps you were satisfied with merely participating in the pleasure? Eh? how was it? FERDINAND (infuriated). Hell and confusion! What does this mean? LOUISA (to FERDINAND, with dignity and emotion). Baron von Walter, now you are free! FERDINAND. Father! virtue though clothed in a beggar's garb commands respect! PRESIDENT (laughing aloud). A most excellent joke! The father is commanded to honor his son's strumpet! LOUISA. Oh! Heaven and earth! (Sinks down in a swoon.) FERDINAND (drawing his sword). Father, you gave me life, and, till now, I acknowledged your claim on it. That debt is cancelled. (Replaces his sword in the scabbard, and points to LOUISA.) There lies the bond of filial duty torn to atoms! MILLER (who has stood apart trembling, now comes forward, by turns gnashing his teeth in rage, and shrinking back in terror). Your excellency, the child is the father's second self. No offence, I hope! Who strikes the child hits the father—blow for blow—that's our rule here. No offence, I hope! MRS. MILLER. God have mercy on us! Now the old man has begun—we shall all catch it with a vengeance! PRESIDENT (who has not understood what MILLER said). What? is the old pander stirred up? We shall have something to settle together presently, Mr. Pander! MILLER. You mistake me, my lord. My name is Miller, at your service for an adagio—but, as to ladybirds, I cannot serve you. As long as there is such an assortment at court, we poor citizens can't afford to lay in stock! No offence, I hope! MRS. MILLER. For Heaven's sake, man, hold your tongue! would you ruin both wife and child? FERDINAND (to his father). You play but a sorry part here, my lord, and might well have dispensed with these witnesses. MILLER (coming nearer, with increasing confidence). To be plain and above board—No offence, I hope—your excellency may have it all your own way in the Cabinet—but this is my house. I'm your most obedient, very humble servant when I wait upon you with a petition, but the rude, unmannerly intruder I have the right to bundle out—no offence, I hope! PRESIDENT (pale with anger, and approaching MILLER). What? What's that you dare to utter? MILLER (retreating a few steps). Only a little bit of my mind sir—no offence, I hope! PRESIDENT (furiously). Insolent villain! Your impertinence shall procure you a lodging in prison. (To his servants). Call in the officers of justice! Away! (Some of the attendants go out. The PRESIDENT paces the stage with a furious air.) The father shall to prison; the mother and her strumpet daughter to the pillory! Justice shall lend her sword to my rage! For this insult will I have ample amends. Shall such contemptible creatures thwart my plans, and set father and son against each other with impunity? Tremble, miscreants! I will glut my hate in your destruction—the whole brood of you—father, mother, and daughter shall be sacrificed to my vengeance! FERDINAND (to MILLER, in a collected and firm manner). Oh! not so! Fear not, friends! I am your protector. (Turning to the PRESIDENT, with deference). Be not so rash, father! For your own sake let me beg of you no violence. There is a corner of my heart where the name of father has never yet been heard. Oh! press not into that! PRESIDENT. Silence, unworthy boy! Rouse not my anger to greater fury! MILLER (recovering from a stupor). Wife, look you to your daughter! I fly to the duke. His highness' tailor—God be praised for reminding me of it at this moment—learns the flute of me—I cannot fail of success. (Is hastening off.) PRESIDENT. To the duke, will you? Have you forgotten that I am the threshold over which you must pass, or failing, perish? To the duke, you fool? Try to reach him with your lamentations, when, reduced to a living skeleton, you lie buried in a dungeon five fathoms deep, where light and sound never enter; where darkness goggles at hell with gloating eyes! There gnash thy teeth in anguish; there rattle thy chains in despair, and groan, "Woe is me! This is beyond human endurance!" |