Chapter 7

Enter GERNAU.

_Gern._ Good morrow, Frederica!

_Fred._ Why so ruffled? Is that your welcome, after having kept out of the way for two days together?

_Gern._ Things grow worse and worse, between your brother and me, every day.

_Fred._ Why so?

_Gern._ He would have me do things which I neither can, must, nor will do.