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I'll face it. Who shall dare suspect me? Ulr.
You had no guests-no visiters—no life Breathing around you, save my mother's? Wer.
The Hungarian !
W'er. No; I hid him in that very Conceal'd and fatal gallery.
He is gone! he disappear'd
And favourable moment to escape
The myrmidons of Idenstein, who were
Dogging him yester-even.
Of a discovery.
You are sure you closed it?
Wer. Certain. Ulr. That's well; but had been better, if You ne'er had turn'd it to a den for. -[He pauses. Wer. Thieves ! Thou wouldst say: I must bear it and deserve it; But not Ulr. No, father; do not speak of this: This is no hour to think of petty crimes, But to prevent the consequence of great ones. Why would you shelter this man?
Wer. Could I shun it? A man pursued by my chief foe; disgraced For my own crime; a victim to my safety, Imploring a few hours' concealment from
There I'll find him.
The very wretch who was the cause he needed
Ulr. And like the wolf he hath repaid you. But
Wer. But this my sudden flight will give the MoSuspicion: two new victims in the lieu Of one, if I remain. The fled Hungarian, Who seems the culprit, and
Who seems ? Who else
Ulr. Can be so? Wer. Not I, though just now you doubted— You, my son!-doubted
And do you doubt of him
In Innocence's shadow, it may be,
And if I do so,
His peace- he also is a partner in
Wer. Fly! and leave my name Link'd with the Hungarian's, or preferr'd as poorest, To bear the brand of bloodshed?
I will provide against
A fool: his folly shall have such employment,
ok! The stars are almost faded, and the grey Begins to grizzle the black hair of night. You shall not answer:-1 -Pardon me that I Am peremptory; 't is your son that speaks, Your long-lost, late-found son.-Let's call my mo
Softly and swiftly step, and leave the rest
My mother once more, then Heaven's speed be with
Wer. This counsel's safe-but is it honourable? Ulr. To save a father is a child's chief honour.
And answer that yourself.
Perhaps a true one.
Pity, as I said,
The wars are over: in the hall, who like
Hen. No one's, I grant you. Do not fear, if war
What do you mean?
Hen. The war (you love so much) leaves living. Like other parents, she spoils her worst children. Eric. Nonsense! they are all brave iron-visaged fellows, Such as old Tilly loved.
Eric. I fear he scarcely has recover'd The toils of Monday: 't was a noble chase: You spear'd four with your own hand.
Is awkward from the.
Eric. I will, upon what you have said.
Hen. I assure you I meant nothing,- -a mere sport Of words, no more; besides, had it been otherwise, He is to espouse the gentle Baroness, Ida of Stralenheim, the late baron's heiress; And she, no doubt, will soften whatsoever Of fierceness the late long intestine wars Have given all natures, and most unto those Who were born in them, and bred up upon The knees of Homicide; sprinkled, as it were, With blood even at their baptism. Prithee, peace On all that I have said!
Enter ULRIC and RODOLPH.
Good morrow, count. Ur. Good morrow, worthy Henrick. Eric, is All ready for the chase?
Eric. The dogs are order'd Down to the forest, and the vassals out To beat the bushes, and the day looks promising. Shall I call forth your excellency's suite? What courser will you please to mount?
True, good Eric;
[Exit ERIC. My lord! The news -(RODOLPH points to HENRICK.) How now, Henrick? why
Loiter you here?
Hen. For your commands, my lord. Ur. Go to my father, and present my duty, And learn if he would aught with me before
To all my plans.
It will be difficult
To excuse your absence to the count your father.
My journey. In the mean time, when we are
As well as on that night
Ulr. We will not speak of that until We can repeat the same with like success : And when you have join'd, give Rosenberg this letter. [Gives a letter. Add further, that I have sent this slight addition To our force with you and Wolffe, as herald of My coming, though I could but spare them ill At this time, as my father loves to keep Full numbers of retainers round the castle, Until this marriage, and its feasts and fooleries, Are rung out with its peal of nuptial nonsense. Rod. I thought you loved the lady Ida? Ulr.
I do so but it follows not from that
I would bind in my youth and glorious years,
Rod. And constantly?
Ulr. I think so; for I love Nought else. But I have not the time to pause Upon these gewgaws of the heart. Great things We have to do ere long. Speed! speed! good Rodolph!
Rod. On my return, however, I shall find The Baroness Ida lost in Countess Siegendorf?
Ulr. Perhaps my father wishes it; and sooth "T is no bad policy: this union with The last bud of the rival branch at once Unites the future and destroys the past. Rod. Adieu. Ulr. Yet hold-we had better keep together Until the chase begins; then draw thou off, And do as I have said.
About his death—and even the place of it Is scarcely known.
Ulr. Some obscure village on The Saxon or Silesian frontier.
So cannot say.
Ah! here's the lady Ida.
Dear Ulric, if I do not interrupt you.
Are we not so ?
Ida. Yes, but I do not like the name; methinks It sounds so cold, as if you thought upon Our pedigree, and only weigh'd our blood. Ulr. (starting.)
Blood! Ida. Why does yours start from your cheeks? Ulr. Ay ! doth it? Ida. It doth. but no! it rushes like a torrent Even to your brow again.
Ulr. (recovering himself). And if it fled, It only was because your presence sent it
Back to my heart, which beats for you, sweet cousin!
Not too early,
Nay, then I'll call you sister. Ida. I like that name still worse.-Would we had ne'er Been aught of kindred!
Would we never had!
Ida. Oh heavens! and can you wish that?
Did I not echo your own wish?
You shall be
Ulr. All—all Ida.
And you to me are so already;
I see you.
Ida. In sleep-I see him lie Pale, bleeding, and a man with a raised knife Beside him.
Infects me, to my shame; but as all feelings
You will not,
My lord, within this quarter of an hour
Except his prey, I hope.
Ida. And will you not stay, then? You shall not
Come! I will sing to you.
Ida, you scarcely
Ida. I do not wish To be so; for I trust these wars are over, And you will live in peace on your domains.
Enter WERNER as COUNT SIEGENDORF. Ulr. My father, I salute you, and it grieves me With such brief greeting.-You have heard our bugle; The vassals wait.
In Prague for peace restored. You are apt to follow
You, count, Will well supply the place of both-I am not A lover of these pageantrics.
No, Ulric: It were not well that you alone of all Our young nobility
True, dear child,
Though somewhat frankly said for a fair damsel. But, Ulric, recollect too our position,
And far the noblest
So lately reinstated in our honours.
Ulr. (aside). Devout, too! Well, sir, I obey at once.
You are not jealous Of me, I trust, my pretty rebel! who Would sanction disobedience against all
Then pray you be as punctual to its notes:
And why not
Ulr. Old Tilly's? Ida. Not that monster's! I should think My harp-strings rang with groans, and not with music, Could aught of his sound on it: - - but come quickly; Your mother will be eager to receive you. [Exit. Sieg. Ulric, I wish to speak with you alone. Ulr. My time's your vassal.
(Aside to RODOLPH.) Rodolph, hence! and do As I directed: and by his best speed And readiest means let Rosenberg reply.
Am aught connected with that city. Then God speed you!
Fare ye well, Count Siegendorf !
I talk not of his birth,
Ulr. So they will do of most men. Even the monarch
If I must be plain, The world speaks more than lightly of this Rodolph : They say he is leagued with the "black bands" who Ravage the frontier.
And will you believe
In this case- yes.
I thought you knew it better than to take
An accusation for a sentence.
In any case,
Son ! but
I understand you; you refer to
The madness and dishonour of an instant.
I behold The prosperous and beloved Siegendorf, Lord of a prince's appanage, and honour'd By those he rules and those he ranks with. Sieg.
Ah! Why wilt thou call me prosperous, while I fear For thee? Beloved, when thou lovest me not! All hearts but one may beat in kindness for meBut if my son's is cold!
Who dare say that?
Sieg. None else but I, who see it-feel it-keener Than would your adversary, who dared say so, Your sabre in his heart! But mine survives The wound.
Be leader of such, I would hope: at once
I have said
I will obey your orders, were they to
Sieg. He says too much in saying this.
Sir, you wed for love.
Sieg. I did, and it has been my only refuge In many miseries.
Against your age and nature!
Against your own example?
It is not
Who at twenty
Did you not warn me
As far As you feel, nothing, but all life for her. She's young-all beautiful-adores you-is Endow'd with qualities to give happiness, Such as rounds common life into a dream Of something which your poets cannot paint, And (if it were not wisdom to love virtue) For which Philosophy might barter Wisdom; And giving so much happiness, deserves A little in return. I would not have her Break her heart for a man who has none to break; Or wither on her stalk like some pale rose Deserted by the bird she thought a nightingale, According to the Orient tale. She is
Ulr. The daughter of dead Stralenheim, your fot: I'll wed her, ne'ertheless; though, to say truth, Just now I am not violently transported In favour of such unions.