ANHALT. Why do you force from me, what it is villanous to own?–I love you more than life–Oh, Amelia! had we lived in those golden times, which the poet’s picture, no one but you —- But as the world is changed, your birth and fortune make our union impossible–To preserve the character, and more the feelings of an honest man, I would not marry you without the consent of your father–And could I, dare I propose it to him.