"Syberg" is a Gold-cook (Alchemical gentleman, of very high professions), came to Berlin some time ago; whom his Majesty, after due investigation, took the liberty to hang.
[Forster, iii.

126.] Readers can now understand what speaker Grumkow writes, and despatches by his lackey, in such haste:-- "I never saw such a scene as this evening.

Derschau, Schwerin, Buddenbrock, Rochow, Flanz were present.

We had been about an hour in the Red Room [languidly doing our tobacco off and on], when he [the King] had us shifted into the Little Room: drove out the servants; and cried, looking fixedly at me: 'No, I cannot endure it any longer! ES STOSSET MIR DAS HERZ AB,' cried he, breaking into German: 'It crushes the heart out of me; to make me do a bit of scoundrelism, me, me! I say; no, never! Those damned intrigues; may the Devil take them!'-- "EGO (Grumkow).

'Of course, I know of nothing.