_ With
bootless
insolence.
Byron
_ But----
_Wer. _ (_abruptly_). Hear me!
I will not brook a human voice--scarce dare
Listen to my own (if that be human still)--
Hear me! you do not know this man--I do. [179]
He's mean, deceitful, avaricious. You
Deem yourself safe, as young and brave; but learn
None are secure from desperation, few
From subtilty. My worst foe, Stralenheim, 130
Housed in a Prince's palace, couched within
A Prince's chamber, lay below my knife!
An instant--a mere motion--the least impulse--
Had swept him and all fears of mine from earth.
He was within my power--my knife was raised--
Withdrawn--and I'm in his:--are you not so?
Who tells you that he knows you _not? _ Who says
He hath not lured you here to end you? or
To plunge you, with your parents, in a dungeon?
[_He pauses_.
_Ulr. _ Proceed--proceed!
_Wer. _ _Me_ he hath ever known, 140
And hunted through each change of time--name--fortune--
And why not _you? _ Are you more versed in men?
He wound snares round me; flung along my path
Reptiles, whom, in my youth, I would have spurned
Even from my presence; but, in spurning now,
Fill only with fresh venom. Will you be
More patient? Ulric! --Ulric! --there are crimes
Made venial by the occasion, and temptations
Which nature cannot master or forbear. [180]
_Ulr. _ (_who looks first at him and then at_ JOSEPHINE).
My mother!
_Wer. _ Ah! I thought so: you have now 150
Only one parent. I have lost alike
Father and son, and stand alone.
_Ulr. _ But stay!
[WERNER _rushes out of the chamber_.
_Jos. _ (_to_ ULRIC). Follow him not, until this storm of passion
Abates. Think'st thou, that were it well for him,
I had not followed?
_Ulr. _ I obey you, mother,
Although reluctantly. My first act shall not
Be one of disobedience.
_Jos. _ Oh! he is good!
Condemn him not from his own mouth, but trust
To me, who have borne so much with him, and for him,
That this is but the surface of his soul, 160
And that the depth is rich in better things.
_Ulr. _ These then are but my father's principles[181]?
My mother thinks not with him?
_Jos. _ Nor doth he
Think as he speaks. Alas! long years of grief
Have made him sometimes thus.
_Ulr. _ Explain to me
More clearly, then, these claims of Stralenheim,
That, when I see the subject in its bearings,
I may prepare to face him, or at least
To extricate you from your present perils.
I pledge myself to accomplish this--but would 170
I had arrived a few hours sooner!
_Jos. _ Aye!
Hadst thou but done so!
_Enter_ GABOR _and_ IDENSTEIN, _with Attendants_.
_Gab. _ (_to_ ULRIC). I have sought you, comrade.
So this is my reward!
_Ulr. _ What do you mean?
_Gab. _ 'Sdeath! have I lived to these years, and for this!
(_To_ IDENSTEIN. ) But for your age and folly, I would----
_Iden. _ Help!
Hands off! Touch an Intendant!
_Gab. _ Do not think
I'll honour you so much as save your throat
From the Ravenstone[182] by choking you myself.
_Iden. _ I thank you for the respite: but there are
Those who have greater need of it than me. 180
_Ulr. _ Unriddle this vile wrangling, or----
_Gab. _ At once, then,
The Baron has been robbed, and upon me
This worthy personage has deigned to fix
His kind suspicions--me! whom he ne'er saw
Till yester evening.
_Iden. _ Wouldst have me suspect
My own acquaintances? You have to learn
That I keep better company.
_Gab. _ You shall
Keep the best shortly, and the last for all men,
The worms! You hound of malice!
[GABOR _seizes on him_.
_Ulr. _ (_interfering_). Nay, no violence:
He's old, unarmed--be temperate, Gabor!
_Gab. _ (_letting go_ IDENSTEIN). True: 190
I am a fool to lose myself because
Fools deem me knave: it is their homage.
_Ulr. _ (_to_ IDENSTEIN). How
Fare you?
_Iden. _ Help!
_Ulr. _ I _have_ helped you.
_Iden. _ Kill him! then
I'll say so.
_Gab. _ I am calm--live on!
_Iden. _ That's more
Than you shall do, if there be judge or judgment
In Germany. The Baron shall decide!
_Gab. _ Does _he_ abet you in your accusation?
_Iden. _ Does he not?
_Gab. _ Then next time let him go sink
Ere I go hang for snatching him from drowning.
But here he comes!
_Enter_ STRALENHEIM.
_Gab. _ (_goes up to him_). My noble Lord, I'm here! 200
_Stral. _ Well, sir!
_Gab. _ Have you aught with me?
_Stral. _ What should I
Have with you?
_Gab. _ You know best, if yesterday's
Flood has not washed away your memory;
But that's a trifle. I stand here accused,
In phrases not equivocal, by yon
Intendant, of the pillage of your person
Or chamber:--is the charge your own or his?
_Stral. _ I accuse no man.
_Gab. _ Then you acquit me, Baron?
_Stral. _ I know not whom to accuse, or to acquit,
Or scarcely to suspect.
_Gab. _ But you at least 210
Should know whom _not_ to suspect. I am insulted--
Oppressed here by these menials, and I look
To you for remedy--teach them their duty!
To look for thieves at home were part of it,
If duly taught; but, in one word, if I
Have an accuser, let it be a man
Worthy to be so of a man like me.
I am your equal.
_Stral. _ You!
_Gab. _ Aye, sir; and, for
Aught that you know, superior; but proceed--
I do not ask for hints, and surmises, 220
And circumstance, and proof: I know enough
Of what I have done for you, and what you owe me,
To have at least waited your payment rather
Than paid myself, had I been eager of
Your gold. I also know, that were I even
The villain I am deemed, the service rendered
So recently would not permit you to
Pursue me to the death, except through shame,
Such as would leave your scutcheon but a blank.
But this is nothing: I demand of you 230
Justice upon your unjust servants, and
From your own lips a disavowal of
All sanction of their insolence: thus much
You owe to the unknown, who asks no more,
And never thought to have asked so much.
_Stral. _ This tone
May be of innocence.
_Gab. _ 'Sdeath! who dare doubt it,
Except such villains as ne'er had it?
_Stral. _ You
Are hot, sir.
_Gab. _ Must I turn an icicle
Before the breath of menials, and their master[cr]?
_Stral. _ Ulric! you know this man; I found him in 240
_Your_ company.
_Gab. _ We found _you_ in the Oder;
Would we had left you there!
_Stral. _ I give you thanks, sir.
_Gab. _ I've earned them; but might have earned more from others,
Perchance, if I had left you to your fate.
_Stral. _ Ulric! you know this man?
_Gab. _ No more than you do
If he avouches not my honour.
_Ulr. _ I
Can vouch your courage, and, as far as my
Own brief connection led me, honour.
_Stral. _ Then
I'm satisfied.
_Gab. _ (_ironically_). Right easily, methinks.
What is the spell in his asseveration 250
More than in mine?
_Stral. _ I merely said that _I_
Was satisfied--not that you are absolved.
_Gab. _ Again! Am I accused or no?
_Stral. _ Go to!
You wax too insolent. If circumstance
And general suspicion be against you,
Is the fault mine? Is't not enough that I
Decline all question of your guilt or innocence?
_Gab. _ My Lord, my Lord, this is mere cozenage[183],
A vile equivocation; you well know
Your doubts are certainties to all around you-- 260
Your looks a voice--your frowns a sentence; you
Are practising your power on me--because
You have it; but beware! you know not whom
You strive to tread on.
_Stral. _ Threat'st thou?
_Gab. _ Not so much
As you accuse. You hint the basest injury,
And I retort it with an open warning.
_Stral. _ As you have said, 'tis true I owe you something,
For which you seem disposed to pay yourself.
_Gab. _ Not with your gold.
_Stral.
_ With bootless insolence.
[_To his Attendants and_ IDENSTEIN.
You need not further to molest this man, 270
But let him go his way. Ulric, good morrow!
[_Exit_ STRALENHEIM, IDENSTEIN, _and Attendants_.
_Gab. _ (_following_). I'll after him and----
_Ulr. _ (_stopping him_). Not a step.
_Gab. _ Who shall
Oppose me?
_Ulr. _ Your own reason, with a moment's
Thought.
_Gab. _ Must I bear this?
_Ulr. _ Pshaw! we all must bear
The arrogance of something higher than
Ourselves--the highest cannot temper Satan,
Nor the lowest his vicegerents upon earth.
I've seen you brave the elements, and bear
Things which had made this silkworm[184] cast his skin--
And shrink you from a few sharp sneers and words? 280
_Gab. _ Must I bear to be deemed a thief? If 'twere
A bandit of the woods, I could have borne it--
There's something daring in it:--but to steal
The moneys of a slumbering man! --
_Ulr. _ It seems, then,
You are _not_ guilty.
_Gab. _ Do I hear aright?
_You_ too!
_Ulr. _ I merely asked a simple question.
_Gab. _ If the judge asked me, I would answer "No"--
To you I answer _thus_. [_He draws_.
_Ulr. _ (_drawing_). With all my heart!
_Jos. _ Without there! Ho! help! help! --Oh, God!
here's murder! [_Exit_ JOSEPHINE, _shrieking_.
GABOR _and_ ULRIC _fight_. GABOR _is disarmed just as_
STRALENHEIM, JOSEPHINE, IDENSTEIN, _etc. , re-enter_.
_Jos. _ Oh! glorious Heaven! He's safe!
_Stral. _ (_to_ JOSEPHINE). _Who's_ safe!
_Jos. _ My----
_Ulr. _ (_interrupting her with a stern look, and turning
afterwards to_ STRALENHEIM). Both! 290
Here's no great harm done.
_Stral. _ What hath caused all this?
_Ulr. _ _You_, Baron, I believe; but as the effect
Is harmless, let it not disturb you. --Gabor!
There is your sword; and when you bare it next,
Let it not be against your _friends_.
[ULRIC _pronounces the last words slowly and emphatically
in a low voice to_ GABOR.
_Gab. _ I thank you
Less for my life than for your counsel.
_Stral. _ These
Brawls must end here.
_Gab. _ (_taking his sword_). They _shall_. You've wronged me, Ulric,
More with your unkind thoughts than sword: I would
The last were in my bosom rather than
The first in yours. I could have borne yon noble's 300
Absurd insinuations--ignorance
And dull suspicion are a part of his
Entail will last him longer than his lands--
But I may fit _him_ yet:--you have vanquished me.
I was the fool of passion to conceive
That I could cope with you, whom I had seen
Already proved by greater perils than
Rest in this arm. We may meet by and by,
However--but in friendship. [_Exit_ GABOR.
_Stral. _ I will brook
No more! This outrage following upon his insults, 310
Perhaps his guilt, has cancelled all the little
I owed him heretofore for the so-vaunted
Aid which he added to your abler succour.
Ulric, you are not hurt? --
_Ulr. _ Not even by a scratch.
_Stral. _ (_to_ IDENSTEIN). Intendant! take your measures to secure
Yon fellow: I revoke my former lenity.
He shall be sent to Frankfort with an escort,
The instant that the waters have abated.
_Iden. _ Secure him! He hath got his sword again----
And seems to know the use on't; 'tis his trade, 320
Belike;--_I'm_ a civilian.
_Stral. _ Fool! are not
Yon score of vassals dogging at your heels
Enough to seize a dozen such? Hence! after him!
_Ulr. _ Baron, I do beseech you!
_Stral. _ I must be
Obeyed. No words!
_Iden. _ Well, if it must be so--
March, vassals! I'm your leader, and will bring
The rear up: a wise general never should
Expose his precious life--on which all rests.
I like that article of war.
[_Exit_ IDENSTEIN _and Attendants_.
_Stral. _ Come hither,
Ulric; what does that woman here? Oh! now 330
I recognise her, 'tis the stranger's wife
Whom they _name_ "Werner. "
_Ulr. _ 'Tis his name.
_Stral. _ Indeed!
Is not your husband visible, fair dame? --
_Jos. _ Who seeks him?
_Stral. _ No one--for the present: but
I fain would parley, Ulric, with yourself
Alone.
_Ulr. _ I will retire with you.
_Jos. _ Not so:
You are the latest stranger, and command
All places here.
(_Aside to_ ULRIC, _as she goes out_. ) O Ulric! have a care--
Remember what depends on a rash word!
_Ulr. _ (_to_ JOSEPHINE). Fear not! --
[_Exit_ JOSEPHINE.
_Stral. _ Ulric, I think that I may trust you; 340
You saved my life--and acts like these beget
Unbounded confidence.
_Ulr. _ Say on.
_Stral. _ Mysterious
And long-engendered circumstances (not
To be now fully entered on) have made
This man obnoxious--perhaps fatal to me.
_Ulr. _ Who? Gabor, the Hungarian?
_Stral. _ No--this "Werner"--
With the false name and habit.
_Ulr. _ How can this be?
He is the poorest of the poor--and yellow
Sickness sits caverned in his hollow eye[cs]:
The man is helpless.
_Stral. _ He is--'tis no matter;-- 350
But 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.
_Ulr. _ And what have I to do with this?
_Stral. _ I have sent
To Frankfort, to the Governor, my friend,
(I have the authority to do so by
An order of the house of Brandenburgh),
For a fit escort--but this cursed flood
Bars all access, and may do for some hours. 360
_Ulr. _ It is abating.
_Stral. _ That is well.
_Ulr. _ But how
Am I concerned?
_Stral. _ As one who did so much
For me, you cannot be indifferent to
That which is of more import to me than
The life you rescued. --Keep your eye on _him_!
The man avoids me, knows that I now know him. --
Watch him! --as you would watch the wild boar when
He makes against you in the hunter's gap--
Like him he must be speared.
_Ulr. _ Why so?
_Stral. _ He stands
Between me and a brave inheritance! 370
Oh! could you see it! But you shall.
_Ulr. _ I hope so.
_Stral. _ It is the richest of the rich Bohemia,
Unscathed by scorching war. It lies so near
The strongest city, Prague, that fire and sword
Have skimmed it lightly: so that now, besides
Its own exuberance, it bears double value
Confronted with whole realms far and near
Made deserts.
_Ulr. _ You describe it faithfully.
_Stral. _ Aye--could you see it, you would say so--but,
As I have said, you shall.
_Ulr. _ I accept the omen. 380
_Stral. _ Then claim a recompense from it and me,
Such as _both_ may make worthy your acceptance
And services to me and mine for ever.
_Ulr. _ And this sole, sick, and miserable wretch--
This way-worn stranger--stands between you and
This Paradise? --(As Adam did between
The devil and his)--[_Aside_].
_Stral. _ He doth.
_Ulr. _ Hath he no right?
_Stral. _ Right! none. A disinherited prodigal,
Who for these twenty years disgraced his lineage
In all his acts--but chiefly by his marriage, 390
And living amidst commerce-fetching burghers,
And dabbling merchants, in a mart of Jews.
_Ulr. _ He has a wife, then?
_Stral. _ You'd be sorry to
Call such your mother. You have seen the woman
He _calls_ his wife.
_Ulr. _ Is she not so?
_Wer. _ (_abruptly_). Hear me!
I will not brook a human voice--scarce dare
Listen to my own (if that be human still)--
Hear me! you do not know this man--I do. [179]
He's mean, deceitful, avaricious. You
Deem yourself safe, as young and brave; but learn
None are secure from desperation, few
From subtilty. My worst foe, Stralenheim, 130
Housed in a Prince's palace, couched within
A Prince's chamber, lay below my knife!
An instant--a mere motion--the least impulse--
Had swept him and all fears of mine from earth.
He was within my power--my knife was raised--
Withdrawn--and I'm in his:--are you not so?
Who tells you that he knows you _not? _ Who says
He hath not lured you here to end you? or
To plunge you, with your parents, in a dungeon?
[_He pauses_.
_Ulr. _ Proceed--proceed!
_Wer. _ _Me_ he hath ever known, 140
And hunted through each change of time--name--fortune--
And why not _you? _ Are you more versed in men?
He wound snares round me; flung along my path
Reptiles, whom, in my youth, I would have spurned
Even from my presence; but, in spurning now,
Fill only with fresh venom. Will you be
More patient? Ulric! --Ulric! --there are crimes
Made venial by the occasion, and temptations
Which nature cannot master or forbear. [180]
_Ulr. _ (_who looks first at him and then at_ JOSEPHINE).
My mother!
_Wer. _ Ah! I thought so: you have now 150
Only one parent. I have lost alike
Father and son, and stand alone.
_Ulr. _ But stay!
[WERNER _rushes out of the chamber_.
_Jos. _ (_to_ ULRIC). Follow him not, until this storm of passion
Abates. Think'st thou, that were it well for him,
I had not followed?
_Ulr. _ I obey you, mother,
Although reluctantly. My first act shall not
Be one of disobedience.
_Jos. _ Oh! he is good!
Condemn him not from his own mouth, but trust
To me, who have borne so much with him, and for him,
That this is but the surface of his soul, 160
And that the depth is rich in better things.
_Ulr. _ These then are but my father's principles[181]?
My mother thinks not with him?
_Jos. _ Nor doth he
Think as he speaks. Alas! long years of grief
Have made him sometimes thus.
_Ulr. _ Explain to me
More clearly, then, these claims of Stralenheim,
That, when I see the subject in its bearings,
I may prepare to face him, or at least
To extricate you from your present perils.
I pledge myself to accomplish this--but would 170
I had arrived a few hours sooner!
_Jos. _ Aye!
Hadst thou but done so!
_Enter_ GABOR _and_ IDENSTEIN, _with Attendants_.
_Gab. _ (_to_ ULRIC). I have sought you, comrade.
So this is my reward!
_Ulr. _ What do you mean?
_Gab. _ 'Sdeath! have I lived to these years, and for this!
(_To_ IDENSTEIN. ) But for your age and folly, I would----
_Iden. _ Help!
Hands off! Touch an Intendant!
_Gab. _ Do not think
I'll honour you so much as save your throat
From the Ravenstone[182] by choking you myself.
_Iden. _ I thank you for the respite: but there are
Those who have greater need of it than me. 180
_Ulr. _ Unriddle this vile wrangling, or----
_Gab. _ At once, then,
The Baron has been robbed, and upon me
This worthy personage has deigned to fix
His kind suspicions--me! whom he ne'er saw
Till yester evening.
_Iden. _ Wouldst have me suspect
My own acquaintances? You have to learn
That I keep better company.
_Gab. _ You shall
Keep the best shortly, and the last for all men,
The worms! You hound of malice!
[GABOR _seizes on him_.
_Ulr. _ (_interfering_). Nay, no violence:
He's old, unarmed--be temperate, Gabor!
_Gab. _ (_letting go_ IDENSTEIN). True: 190
I am a fool to lose myself because
Fools deem me knave: it is their homage.
_Ulr. _ (_to_ IDENSTEIN). How
Fare you?
_Iden. _ Help!
_Ulr. _ I _have_ helped you.
_Iden. _ Kill him! then
I'll say so.
_Gab. _ I am calm--live on!
_Iden. _ That's more
Than you shall do, if there be judge or judgment
In Germany. The Baron shall decide!
_Gab. _ Does _he_ abet you in your accusation?
_Iden. _ Does he not?
_Gab. _ Then next time let him go sink
Ere I go hang for snatching him from drowning.
But here he comes!
_Enter_ STRALENHEIM.
_Gab. _ (_goes up to him_). My noble Lord, I'm here! 200
_Stral. _ Well, sir!
_Gab. _ Have you aught with me?
_Stral. _ What should I
Have with you?
_Gab. _ You know best, if yesterday's
Flood has not washed away your memory;
But that's a trifle. I stand here accused,
In phrases not equivocal, by yon
Intendant, of the pillage of your person
Or chamber:--is the charge your own or his?
_Stral. _ I accuse no man.
_Gab. _ Then you acquit me, Baron?
_Stral. _ I know not whom to accuse, or to acquit,
Or scarcely to suspect.
_Gab. _ But you at least 210
Should know whom _not_ to suspect. I am insulted--
Oppressed here by these menials, and I look
To you for remedy--teach them their duty!
To look for thieves at home were part of it,
If duly taught; but, in one word, if I
Have an accuser, let it be a man
Worthy to be so of a man like me.
I am your equal.
_Stral. _ You!
_Gab. _ Aye, sir; and, for
Aught that you know, superior; but proceed--
I do not ask for hints, and surmises, 220
And circumstance, and proof: I know enough
Of what I have done for you, and what you owe me,
To have at least waited your payment rather
Than paid myself, had I been eager of
Your gold. I also know, that were I even
The villain I am deemed, the service rendered
So recently would not permit you to
Pursue me to the death, except through shame,
Such as would leave your scutcheon but a blank.
But this is nothing: I demand of you 230
Justice upon your unjust servants, and
From your own lips a disavowal of
All sanction of their insolence: thus much
You owe to the unknown, who asks no more,
And never thought to have asked so much.
_Stral. _ This tone
May be of innocence.
_Gab. _ 'Sdeath! who dare doubt it,
Except such villains as ne'er had it?
_Stral. _ You
Are hot, sir.
_Gab. _ Must I turn an icicle
Before the breath of menials, and their master[cr]?
_Stral. _ Ulric! you know this man; I found him in 240
_Your_ company.
_Gab. _ We found _you_ in the Oder;
Would we had left you there!
_Stral. _ I give you thanks, sir.
_Gab. _ I've earned them; but might have earned more from others,
Perchance, if I had left you to your fate.
_Stral. _ Ulric! you know this man?
_Gab. _ No more than you do
If he avouches not my honour.
_Ulr. _ I
Can vouch your courage, and, as far as my
Own brief connection led me, honour.
_Stral. _ Then
I'm satisfied.
_Gab. _ (_ironically_). Right easily, methinks.
What is the spell in his asseveration 250
More than in mine?
_Stral. _ I merely said that _I_
Was satisfied--not that you are absolved.
_Gab. _ Again! Am I accused or no?
_Stral. _ Go to!
You wax too insolent. If circumstance
And general suspicion be against you,
Is the fault mine? Is't not enough that I
Decline all question of your guilt or innocence?
_Gab. _ My Lord, my Lord, this is mere cozenage[183],
A vile equivocation; you well know
Your doubts are certainties to all around you-- 260
Your looks a voice--your frowns a sentence; you
Are practising your power on me--because
You have it; but beware! you know not whom
You strive to tread on.
_Stral. _ Threat'st thou?
_Gab. _ Not so much
As you accuse. You hint the basest injury,
And I retort it with an open warning.
_Stral. _ As you have said, 'tis true I owe you something,
For which you seem disposed to pay yourself.
_Gab. _ Not with your gold.
_Stral.
_ With bootless insolence.
[_To his Attendants and_ IDENSTEIN.
You need not further to molest this man, 270
But let him go his way. Ulric, good morrow!
[_Exit_ STRALENHEIM, IDENSTEIN, _and Attendants_.
_Gab. _ (_following_). I'll after him and----
_Ulr. _ (_stopping him_). Not a step.
_Gab. _ Who shall
Oppose me?
_Ulr. _ Your own reason, with a moment's
Thought.
_Gab. _ Must I bear this?
_Ulr. _ Pshaw! we all must bear
The arrogance of something higher than
Ourselves--the highest cannot temper Satan,
Nor the lowest his vicegerents upon earth.
I've seen you brave the elements, and bear
Things which had made this silkworm[184] cast his skin--
And shrink you from a few sharp sneers and words? 280
_Gab. _ Must I bear to be deemed a thief? If 'twere
A bandit of the woods, I could have borne it--
There's something daring in it:--but to steal
The moneys of a slumbering man! --
_Ulr. _ It seems, then,
You are _not_ guilty.
_Gab. _ Do I hear aright?
_You_ too!
_Ulr. _ I merely asked a simple question.
_Gab. _ If the judge asked me, I would answer "No"--
To you I answer _thus_. [_He draws_.
_Ulr. _ (_drawing_). With all my heart!
_Jos. _ Without there! Ho! help! help! --Oh, God!
here's murder! [_Exit_ JOSEPHINE, _shrieking_.
GABOR _and_ ULRIC _fight_. GABOR _is disarmed just as_
STRALENHEIM, JOSEPHINE, IDENSTEIN, _etc. , re-enter_.
_Jos. _ Oh! glorious Heaven! He's safe!
_Stral. _ (_to_ JOSEPHINE). _Who's_ safe!
_Jos. _ My----
_Ulr. _ (_interrupting her with a stern look, and turning
afterwards to_ STRALENHEIM). Both! 290
Here's no great harm done.
_Stral. _ What hath caused all this?
_Ulr. _ _You_, Baron, I believe; but as the effect
Is harmless, let it not disturb you. --Gabor!
There is your sword; and when you bare it next,
Let it not be against your _friends_.
[ULRIC _pronounces the last words slowly and emphatically
in a low voice to_ GABOR.
_Gab. _ I thank you
Less for my life than for your counsel.
_Stral. _ These
Brawls must end here.
_Gab. _ (_taking his sword_). They _shall_. You've wronged me, Ulric,
More with your unkind thoughts than sword: I would
The last were in my bosom rather than
The first in yours. I could have borne yon noble's 300
Absurd insinuations--ignorance
And dull suspicion are a part of his
Entail will last him longer than his lands--
But I may fit _him_ yet:--you have vanquished me.
I was the fool of passion to conceive
That I could cope with you, whom I had seen
Already proved by greater perils than
Rest in this arm. We may meet by and by,
However--but in friendship. [_Exit_ GABOR.
_Stral. _ I will brook
No more! This outrage following upon his insults, 310
Perhaps his guilt, has cancelled all the little
I owed him heretofore for the so-vaunted
Aid which he added to your abler succour.
Ulric, you are not hurt? --
_Ulr. _ Not even by a scratch.
_Stral. _ (_to_ IDENSTEIN). Intendant! take your measures to secure
Yon fellow: I revoke my former lenity.
He shall be sent to Frankfort with an escort,
The instant that the waters have abated.
_Iden. _ Secure him! He hath got his sword again----
And seems to know the use on't; 'tis his trade, 320
Belike;--_I'm_ a civilian.
_Stral. _ Fool! are not
Yon score of vassals dogging at your heels
Enough to seize a dozen such? Hence! after him!
_Ulr. _ Baron, I do beseech you!
_Stral. _ I must be
Obeyed. No words!
_Iden. _ Well, if it must be so--
March, vassals! I'm your leader, and will bring
The rear up: a wise general never should
Expose his precious life--on which all rests.
I like that article of war.
[_Exit_ IDENSTEIN _and Attendants_.
_Stral. _ Come hither,
Ulric; what does that woman here? Oh! now 330
I recognise her, 'tis the stranger's wife
Whom they _name_ "Werner. "
_Ulr. _ 'Tis his name.
_Stral. _ Indeed!
Is not your husband visible, fair dame? --
_Jos. _ Who seeks him?
_Stral. _ No one--for the present: but
I fain would parley, Ulric, with yourself
Alone.
_Ulr. _ I will retire with you.
_Jos. _ Not so:
You are the latest stranger, and command
All places here.
(_Aside to_ ULRIC, _as she goes out_. ) O Ulric! have a care--
Remember what depends on a rash word!
_Ulr. _ (_to_ JOSEPHINE). Fear not! --
[_Exit_ JOSEPHINE.
_Stral. _ Ulric, I think that I may trust you; 340
You saved my life--and acts like these beget
Unbounded confidence.
_Ulr. _ Say on.
_Stral. _ Mysterious
And long-engendered circumstances (not
To be now fully entered on) have made
This man obnoxious--perhaps fatal to me.
_Ulr. _ Who? Gabor, the Hungarian?
_Stral. _ No--this "Werner"--
With the false name and habit.
_Ulr. _ How can this be?
He is the poorest of the poor--and yellow
Sickness sits caverned in his hollow eye[cs]:
The man is helpless.
_Stral. _ He is--'tis no matter;-- 350
But 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.
_Ulr. _ And what have I to do with this?
_Stral. _ I have sent
To Frankfort, to the Governor, my friend,
(I have the authority to do so by
An order of the house of Brandenburgh),
For a fit escort--but this cursed flood
Bars all access, and may do for some hours. 360
_Ulr. _ It is abating.
_Stral. _ That is well.
_Ulr. _ But how
Am I concerned?
_Stral. _ As one who did so much
For me, you cannot be indifferent to
That which is of more import to me than
The life you rescued. --Keep your eye on _him_!
The man avoids me, knows that I now know him. --
Watch him! --as you would watch the wild boar when
He makes against you in the hunter's gap--
Like him he must be speared.
_Ulr. _ Why so?
_Stral. _ He stands
Between me and a brave inheritance! 370
Oh! could you see it! But you shall.
_Ulr. _ I hope so.
_Stral. _ It is the richest of the rich Bohemia,
Unscathed by scorching war. It lies so near
The strongest city, Prague, that fire and sword
Have skimmed it lightly: so that now, besides
Its own exuberance, it bears double value
Confronted with whole realms far and near
Made deserts.
_Ulr. _ You describe it faithfully.
_Stral. _ Aye--could you see it, you would say so--but,
As I have said, you shall.
_Ulr. _ I accept the omen. 380
_Stral. _ Then claim a recompense from it and me,
Such as _both_ may make worthy your acceptance
And services to me and mine for ever.
_Ulr. _ And this sole, sick, and miserable wretch--
This way-worn stranger--stands between you and
This Paradise? --(As Adam did between
The devil and his)--[_Aside_].
_Stral. _ He doth.
_Ulr. _ Hath he no right?
_Stral. _ Right! none. A disinherited prodigal,
Who for these twenty years disgraced his lineage
In all his acts--but chiefly by his marriage, 390
And living amidst commerce-fetching burghers,
And dabbling merchants, in a mart of Jews.
_Ulr. _ He has a wife, then?
_Stral. _ You'd be sorry to
Call such your mother. You have seen the woman
He _calls_ his wife.
_Ulr. _ Is she not so?
