Carlyle's "History of Friedrich II of Prussia" BOOK VIII.
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cheated you with their new loans.' Pfui!--'Nothing touched me so
much [continues his Majesty, verging towards the pathetic], as
that you had not any trust in me. All this that I was doing for
aggrandizement of the House, the Army and Finances, could only be
for you, if you made yourself worthy of it! I here declare I have
done all things to gain your friendship;--and all has been in
vain!' At which words the Crown-Prince, with a very sorrowful
gesture, threw himself at his Majesty's feet,"--tears (presumably)
in both their eyes by this time.

"'Was it not your intention to go to England?' asked his Majesty
farther on. The Prince answered 'JA!'--'Then hear what the
consequences would have been. Your Mother would have got into the
greatest misery; I could not but have suspected she was the author
of the business. Your Sister I would have cast, for life, into a
place where she never would have seen sun and moon again. Then on
with my Army into Hanover, and burn and ravage; yes, if it had
cost me life, land and people. Your thoughtless and godless
conduct, see what it was leading to. I intended to employ you in
all manner of business, civil, military; but how, after such an
action, could I show the face of you to my Officers (soldiers) and
other servants?--The one way of repairing all this is, That you
seek, regardless of your very life in comparison, to make the
fault good again!' At which words the Crown-Prince mournfully
threw himself at his Royal Majesty's feet; begging to be put upon
the hardest proofs: He would endure all things, so as to recover
his Majesty's grace and esteem.

"Whereupon the King asked him: 'Was it thou that temptedst Katte;
or did Katte tempt thee?' The Crown-Prince without hesitation
answered, 'I tempted him.'--'I am glad to hear the truth from you,
at any rate.'"

The Dialogue now branches out, into complex general form; out of
which, intent upon abridging, we gather the following points.
King LOQUITUR:--

"How do you like your Custrin life? Still as much aversion to
Wusterhausen, and to wearing your shroud [STERBEKITTEL, name for
the tight uniform you would now be so glad of, and think quite