Werner, Franziska
FRAN. (aside).
Yes, indeed, he is more than good!--Such a man will never fall in my way again.--It must come out.
(Approaching Werner bashfully.)
Mr. Sergeant!
WER. (wiping his eyes).
Well!
FRAN.
Mr. Sergeant
WER.
What do you want, little woman?
FRAN.
Look at me, Mr. Sergeant.
WER.
I can't yet; there is something, I don't know what, in my eyes.
FRAN.
Now do look at me!
WER.
I am afraid I have looked at you too much already, little woman!
There, now I can see you. What then?
FRAN.
Mr. Sergeant--don't you want a Mrs. Sergeant?
WER.
Do you really mean it, little woman?
FRAN.
Really I do.
WER.
And would you go with me to Persia even?
FRAN.
Wherever you please.
WER.
You will! Hullo, Major, no boasting! At any rate I have got as good a wife, and as trusty a friend, as you.--Give me your hand, my little woman! It's a match!--In ten years' time you shall be a general's wife, or a widow!
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