Josephine. Not sa. You are the latest stranger, and command All places here. Ulric. You describe it faithfully. Stralenh. Ay- could you see it, you would say so-but, (Aside to Ulric as she goes out). Oh! Ulric, | As I have said, you shall. have a care Remember what depends on a rash word! Ulric (to Josephine). Fear not![Exit Josephine. Stralenh. Ulric, I think that I may trust you? You saved my life- and acts like these beget Unbounded confidence. Ulric. Say on. Stralenh. Mysterious And long engender'd circumstances (not Ulric. How can this be? He is the poorest of the poor-and yellow Sickness sits cavern'd in his hollow eye: The man is helpless. Stralenh. He is 'tis no matterBut if he be the man I deem (and that He is so, all around us here—and much That is not here -confirm my apprehension), He must be made secure, ere twelve hours further. Ulric. And what have I to do with this? To Frankfort, to the governor, my friend— Ulric. I accept the omen. Stralenh. Then claim a recompense from it and me, Such as both may make worthy your accept ance And services to me and mine for ever. Ulric. And this sole, sick, and miserable wretch This way-worn stranger - stands between you and This Paradise?- (As Adam did between Ulric. Hath he no right? Stralenh. Right! none. A disinherited prodigal, Who for these twenty years disgraced his lineage In all his acts - but chiefly by his marriage, And living amidst commerce - fetching burghers, And dabbling merchants, in a mart of Jews Ulric. He has a wife, then? Stralenh. You'd be sorry to Call such your mother. You have seen the woman He calls his wife. Ulric. Is she not so ? Than he's your father:-an Italian girl, age Is ever doting) took to warm his bosom, As it went chilly downward to the grave: But the imp stands not in my path — he has fled. No one knows whither; and if he had not, His claims alone were too contemptible To stand.-Why do you smile? Ulric. At your vain fears: A poor man almost in his grasp-a child Of doubtful birth can startle a grandee! Stralenh. All's to be fear'd, where all is to be gain'd. Ulric. True; and aught done to save or to obtain it.. Stralenh. You have harp'd the very string next to my heart. I may depend upon you? Ulric. Twere too late to doubt it. Stralenh. Let no foolish pity shake Your bosom (for the appearance of the man Is pitiful) he is a wretch, as likely To have robb'd me as the fellow more Without approach to mine; and, to say truth, I think too well of blood allied to mine, To deem he would descend to such an act; Besides, he was a soldier, and a brave one Once-though too rash. Ulric. And they, my Lord, we know By our experience, never plunder till They knock the brains out first- which makes them heirs, Not thieves. The dead, who feel nought, can lose nothing, What the devil would you have? You don't believe me Guilty of this base theft? Werner. No, no-I cannot. Gabor. Why, that's my heart of honour! yon young gallant Your miserly intendant and dense nobleAll-all suspected me; and why? because I am the worst-clothed and least named amongst them, Although, wereMomus' lattice in our breasts, My soul might brook to open it more widely =Nor e'er be robb'd: their spoils are a be-Than theirs; but thus it is-you poor and quest And let me know his slightest movement towards Concealment or escape? Ulric. You may be sure helpless Both still more than myself— Werner. How know you that? Gabor. You're right; I ask for shelter at the hand Which I call helpless; if you now deny it, I were well paid. But you, who seem to have proved The wholesome bitterness of life,know well, You yourself could not watch him more By sympathy, that all the outspread gold than I Of the New World, the Spaniard boasts about, Upon his heart o'nights. Werner. What do you mean? Gabor. Just what I say; I thought my speech was plain: You are no thief-nor I-and, as true men, Should aid each other. Werner. It is a damned world, sir. Gabor. So is the nearest of the two next, as The priests say (and no doubt they should know best), Therefore I'll stick by this-as being loth Werner. Abated? Is there hope of that? At noontide. Werner. Then we may be safe. Gabor. Are you In peril? Werner. Poverty is ever so. Gabor. That I know by long practice. Promise to make mine less? Gabor. No-you don't look a leech for that disorder; I meant my peril only: you've a roof, And I have none; I merely seek a covert. Through the Em Sutter glasie pious aid rom. Of pictured samms, upon theres and yellow tead to Casements, through which he subsel streams like sunrise Dest i.Dow—what and On long pearl-colour u heards and crimson Our general situation in its bearings. When you will be a prisoner, perhaps worse, By means of this accursed gold, but now And cry to all beholders-lo! a villain! Ulric. You must not use it, at least, now; but take This ring. [He gives Werner a jewel. As such is now your own. must Bribe the Intendant for his old caleche Werner. And leave you, The only fear were if we fled together, For that would make our ties beyond all doubt. The waters only lie in flood between favour. The route on to Bohemia,though encumber'd, Werner. My noble boy! Ulric. Hush! hush! no transports: we'll indulge in them In Castle Siegendorf! Display no gold: Show Idenstein the gem (I know the man, And have look'd through him): it will answer thus A double purpose. Stralenheim lost gold- In your address, nor yet too arrogant, Ulric. I would have Spared you the trouble; but had I appear'd To take an interest in you, and still more By dabbling with a jewel in your favour, All had been known at once. Werner. Rightly; for how should such | I know not—(mark you!)—but who know; I go? But show me any place. I do assure you, If there be faith in man, I am most guiltless: Think if it were your own case! Werner (aside). Oh, just God! I may live to requite it. Gabor. Not I! and if I were, what is there to espy in you: Although I recollect his frequent question About you and your spouse might lead to it might not Lead even into the chambers of your foe? So strangely were contrived these galleries By our Teutonic fathers in old days, When man built less against the elements Than his next neighbour. You must not advance Beyond the two first windings; if you do (Albeit I never pass'd them), I'll not answer For what you may be led to. And gilded crosiers, and cross'd arms, and cowls, And helms, and twisted armour, and long swords, All the fantastic furniture of windows, Dim with brave knights and holy hermits, whose Likeness and fame alike rest on some panes Of crystal, which each rattling wind proclaims As frail as any other life or glory. Werner. Whom do you seek? Werner. Why need you come so far, then? Of him who robb'd the Baron. Werner. Are you sure You have divined the man? Idenst. He we sought. Werner. You see he is not here. |