on a level with the meanest of his subjects? (The PRESIDENT bursts into a loud laugh.) You may scoff—I must submit to it in a father. With what countenance should I support the gaze of the meanest laborer, who at least receives an undivided person as the portion of his bride? With what countenance should I present myself before the world? before the prince? nay, before the harlot herself, who seeks to wash out in my shame the brandmarks of her honor?     

       PRESIDENT. Where in the world couldst thou collect such notions, boy?     

       FERDINAND. I implore you, father, by heaven and earth! By thus sacrificing your only son you can never become so happy as you will make him miserable! If my life can be a step to your advancement, dispose of it. My life you gave me; and I will never hesitate a moment to sacrifice it wholly to your welfare. But my honor, father! If you deprive me of this, the giving me life was a mere trick of wanton cruelty, and I must equally curse the parent and the pander.     

       PRESIDENT (tapping him on the shoulder in a friendly manner). That's as it should be, my dear boy! Now I see that you are a brave and noble fellow,       and worthy of the first woman in the dukedom. You shall have her. This very day you shall be affianced to the Countess of Ostheim.     

       FERDINAND (in new disorder). Is this, then, destined to be the hour of my destruction?     

       PRESIDENT (regarding him with an eye of suspicion). In this union, I imagine, you can have no objection on the score of honor?     

       FERDINAND. None, father, none whatever. Frederica of Ostheim would make any other the happiest of men. (Aside, in the greatest agitation.) His       kindness rends in pieces that remnant of my heart which his cruelty left unwounded.     

       PRESIDENT (his eye still fixed upon him). I expect your gratitude, Ferdinand!     

       FERDINAND (rushes towards him and kisses his hands). Father, your goodness awakens every spark of sentiment in my bosom. Father! receive my warmest thanks for your kind intentions. Your choice is unexceptionable! But I cannot—I dare not—pity me, father, I never can love the countess.     

       PRESIDENT (draws back). Ha! ha! now 

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