He had drunk only one glass of the wine.  “Emilia Galotti” lay open upon his bureau.

I shall say nothing of Albert’s distress, or of Charlotte’s grief.

The old steward hastened to the house immediately upon hearing the news:  he embraced his dying friend amid a flood of tears.  His eldest boys soon followed him on foot.  In speechless sorrow they threw themselves on their knees by the bedside, and kissed his hands and face.  The eldest, who was his favourite, hung over him till he expired; and even then he was removed by force.  At twelve o’clock Werther breathed his last.  The presence of the steward, and the precautions he had adopted, prevented a disturbance; and that night, at the hour of eleven, he caused the body to be interred in the place which Werther had selected for himself.

The steward and his sons followed the corpse to the grave.  Albert was unable to accompany them.  Charlotte’s life was despaired of.  The body was carried by labourers.  No priest attended.