Daniel monologue (Act 4) — The Robbers

Yes, you may deny it, you may dissemble as much as you please? 'Tis very well! very well. For all that you are my dearest, my excellent young master. Good Heaven! that I, poor old man, should live to have the joy--what a stupid blockhead was I that I did not at a glance--oh, gracious powers! And you are really come back, and the dear old master is underground, and here you are again! What a purblind dolt I was, to be sure! (striking his forehead) that I did not on the instant--Oh, dear me!---who could have dreamt it--What I have so often prayed for with tears--Oh, mercy me! There he stands again, as large as life, in the old room!