SCENE V.--WEISLINGEN'S _hall_.

WEISLINGEN: A wretched fever has dried my very marrow. No rest for me, day or night! Goetz haunts my very dreams. He is a prisoner, and yet I tremble before him. (_Enter_ MARIE.) Oh, heaven! Marie's spirit, to tell me of her death!

MARIE: Weislingen, I am no spirit. I have come to beg of you my brother's life.

WEISLINGEN: Marie! You, angel of heaven, bring with you the tortures of hell. The breath of death is upon me, and you come to throw me into despair!

MARIE: My brother is ill in prison. His wounds--his age----

WEISLINGEN: Enough. Franz! (_Enter_ FRANZ _in great excitement_.) The papers there! (FRANZ _hands him a sealed packet_.) Here is your brother's death-warrant; and thus I tear it. He lives. Do not weep, Franz; there's hope for the living.

FRANZ: You cannot, you must die! Poison from your wife. [_Rushes to the window, and throws himself out into the river_.

WEISLINGEN: Woe to me! Poison from my wife! Franz seduced by the infamous woman! I am dying; and in my agony throb the tortures of hell.

MARIE (_kneeling):_ Merciful God, have pity on him!