Frederick. But my father all this time? [mournfully] I apprehend he died.

  Agatha. No--;he married.

  Frederick. Married!

  Agatha. A woman of virtue--;of noble birth and immense fortune. Yet, [weeps] I had written to him many times; had described your infant innocence and wants; had glanced obliquely at former promises--;

  Frederick [rapidly]. No answer to these letters?

  Agatha. Not a word.--;But in time of war, you know, letters miscarry.

  Frederick. Nor did he ever return to this estate?

  Agatha. No--;since the death of his mother this castle has only been inhabited by servants--;for he settled as far off as Alsace, upon the estate of his wife.

  Frederick. I will carry you in my arms to Alsace. No--;why should I ever know my father, if he is a villain! My heart is satisfied with a mother.--;No--;I will not go to him. I will not disturb his peace--;I leave that task to his conscience. What say you, mother, can't we do without him? [Struggling between tears and his pride.] We don't want him. I will write directly to my captain. Let the consequence be what it will, leave you again I cannot. Should I be able to get my discharge, I will work all day at the plough, and all the night with my pen. It will do, mother, it will do! Heaven's goodness will assist me--;it will prosper the endeavours of a dutiful son for the sake of a helpless mother.

  Agatha [presses him to her breast]. Where could be found such another son?

  Frederick. But tell me my father's n