Act 3 — SCENE XI.
C. (Conrad) Lüdger translation
Enter Aulic Counsellor Reissman.
Reiss. Well, we are waiting.
Clar. (pulling his son towards him.) You would take him away from me,--tear him out of my arms,--drag him away!--he is my son, and no father will tamely suffer his son to precipitate himself into perdition. Jack, I will not leave thee, I will not yield thee up!--Thou art mine, nature and thy heart have closely interwoven us together; wilt thou, of thy own accord, leave me?
P. Coun. (throws his arms round him.) No, I cannot;--I will follow you hence!
Clar. God be praised, my son is saved!
[Exeunt arm in arm.--Reissman follows them a few steps, sets his arms a-kembow, and looks after them.