Doctor.

Sir Robert Temple!

Hoffmann.
Yes, that hypocrite, that tyrant. It was he who made this accursed war.

Doctor.
It was he who made these military regulations, anyway, and sent so many of our people to their death.

Margaret.
[With emotion.] My father—my poor dear father—among them.

Hoffmann.
The man has no bowels of compassion for anybody.

Margaret.
[Quivering.] Oh, is there no way to punish him?

Fritz.
Punish him? A Minister of State? What way can there be? He has the whole machinery of government to protect him.

Margaret.
But if it's impossible to reach him in his own person, has he no friends, no relations, no wife, no child . . .

Mrs. Schiller.
Margaret, what are you saying? Surely you wouldn't make the innocent suffer for the guilty?