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Updated: June 4, 2025
But they said nothing to that effect. "Repentance must be a very poisonous worm," said General Rothenberg, looking steadily upon the face of Barbarina; "it has changed the blooming rose of yesterday into a fair, white blossom." "That is perhaps fortunate," said Algarotti.
"The Barbarina repents, and is ready to take the first step toward reconciliation," said Rothenberg; "I see the end; I will go at once and order my cook to prepare a splendid supper for the evening." "Do not be hasty," said Algarotti, shaking his head; "you may give your cook unnecessary trouble, and the rich feast might be cold before the arrival of the king." "Do you believe that?"
This advantage was succeeded by another exploit of prince Henry, who, on the twenty-third day of the month, quitted his camp at Hornsdorf, near Gorlitz; and, after an incredible march of eleven German miles, by the way of Rothenberg, arrived about five in the afternoon at Hoyerswerda, where he surprised a body of four thousand men, commanded by general Vehla, killed six hundred, and made twice that number prisoners; including the commander himself.
I will be quite contented with a piece of bread, and I suppose that can be found somewhere for the King of Prussia." But General Rothenberg's order to the royal cook to satisfy the simple demand of his master was in vain. The cook had nothing, neither meat, fruit, nor bread. "I will not return empty-handed to the king," said Rothenberg, with tears in his eyes.
Come, come, the king awaits us let us hasten to him!" "We were only commanded to inquire after the health of the signora," said Algarotti, coolly. "And as you have assured us that you have passed the night in tears and repentance, this confession may perhaps ameliorate his majesty's sufferings," said Rothenberg. Barbarina looked amazed from one to the other.
I never laugh so merrily as when I am with you at your table, where I have the high privilege of laying aside my royalty, and being a simple, happy man like yourself. I rejoice in the prospect of this evening, and I am impatient as a young maiden before her first ball. This evening, if I remember correctly, I am invited by General von Rothenberg to a petit souper."
They will not know that my heart is a graveyard, wherein my friends lie buried." The tears ran slowly down his cheeks as he uttered this death-wail. So deep was the grief depicted on the countenance of the king, that Rothenberg could no longer restrain himself. He rushed to the king, and, sinking on his knees beside him, seized his hands and covered them with tears and kisses.
"In which I fear the king will come to grief," said Rothenberg. "Believe me, his majesty loves Barbarina most tenderly." "Not the king! the man loves Barbarina. But listen! did you not hear a noise?" "Yes, the low tone of a flute," said Fredersdorf. "Let us approach the door."
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