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The old man held his spirit in so strictly (But that could scarce be, for he doted on him);

A third believed he wish'd to serve in war, But peace being made soon after his departure,

He might have since return'd, were that
the motive;

A fourth set charitably have surmised,
As there was something strange and my-
stic in him,

That in the wild exuberance of his nature,
He had join'd the black bands, who lay
waste Lusatia,

The mountains of Bohemia and Silesia,
Since the last years of war had dwindled

into

A kind of general condottiero-system
Of bandit-warfare; each troop with its chief,
And all against mankind.

Idenst.

That cannot be.

A young heir, bred to wealth and luxury,
To risk his life and honours with disbanded
Soldiers and desperadoes!

Fritz. Heaven best knows!
But there are human natures so allied
Unto the savage love of enterprise,
That they will seek for peril as a pleasure.
I've heard that nothing can reclaim your
Indian,

Or tame the tiger, though their infancy
Were fed on milk and honey. After all,
Your Wallenstein, your Tilly and Gustavus,
Your Bannier, and your Torstenson and
Weimar,

Were but the same thing upon a grand scale;
And now that they are gone, and peace
proclaim'd,

They who would follow the same pastime

must

Pursue it on their own account. Here comes
The Baron, and the Saxon stranger, who
Was his chief aid in yesterday's escape,
But did not leave the cottage by the Oder
Until this morning.

Enter STRALENHEIM and ULRIC.
Stralenh. Since you have refused
All compensation, gentle stranger, save
Inadequate thanks, you almost check even
them,

Making me feel the worthlessness of words,
And blush at my own barren gratitude,
They seem so niggardly, compared with

what

Your courteous courage did in my behalf.
Ulric. I pray you press the theme no

further.

Stralenh. But

Can I not serve you? You are young, and of
That mould which throws out heroes; fair

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Would look into the fiery eyes of war,
As ardently for glory as you dared
An obscure death to save an unknown
stranger

In an as perilous but opposite element.
You are made for the service: I have served;
Have rank by birth and soldiership, and
friends,

Who shall be yours. 'Tis true, this pause
of peace

Favours such views at present scantily;
But 'twill not last, men's spirits are too
stirring ;

And, after thirty years of conflict, peace
Is but a petty war, as the times show us
In every forest, or a mere arm'd truce.
War will reclaim his own; and, in the
meantime,

You might obtain a post, which would

ensure

A higher soon, and, by my influence, fail not
To rise. I speak of Brandenburgh, wherein
I stand well with the elector; in Bohemia,
Like you, I am a stranger, and we are now
Upon its frontier.

Ulric. You perceive my garb

Is Saxon, and of course my service due
To my own sovereign. If I must decline
Your offer, 'tis with the same feeling which
Induced it.

Stralenh. Why, this is mere usury!
I owe my life to you, and you refuse
The acquittance of the interest of the debt,
To heap more obligations on me, till
I bow beneath them.

Ulric. You shall say so when
I claim the payment.

Stralenh. Well, Sir, since you will not—
You are nobly born?

Ulric. I've heard my kinsmen say so.
Stralenh. Your actions show it. Might
I ask your name?

Ulric. Ulric.

Stralenh. Your house's?

Ulric. When I'm worthy of it,
I'll answer you.

Stralenh. (aside)

Austrian,

Most probably an

Whom these unsettled times forbid to boast His lineage on these wild and dangerous frontiers,

Where the name of his country is abhorr'd. [Aloud to Fritz and Idenstein. So, Sirs! how have ye sped in your researches?

I

Idenst. Indifferent well, your Excellency.
Stralenh. Then

am to deem the plunderer is caught?
Idenst. Humph!-not exactly.
Stralenh. Or at least suspected?

Idenst. Oh! for that matter, very much suspected.

Stralenh. Who may he be?

Idenst. Why, don't you know, my Lord?
Stralenh. How should I? I was fast asleep.

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Exactly like the rest, or rather better:
Tis only at the bar and in the dungeon
That wise men know your felon by his
features;

But I'll engage, that if seen there but once,
Whether he be found criminal or no,
His face shall be so.

Stralenh. (to Fritz) Prithee, Fritz, in-
form me

What hath been done to trace the fellow? Fritz. Faith!

My Lord, not much as yet, except conjecture. Stralenh. Besides the loss (which, I must own, affects me

Just now materially), I needs would find
The villain out of public motives; for
So dexterous a spoiler, who could creep
Through my attendants, and so many
peopled

And lighted chambers, on my rest, and snatch

The gold before my scarce closed eyes, would soon

Leave bare your borough, Sir Intendant!
Idenst. True;

If there were aught to carry off, my Lord.
Ulric. What is all this?

Stralenh. You join'd ns but this morning, And have not heard that I was robb'd last night.

Ulric. Some rumour of it reach'd me as
I pass'd

The outer chambers of the palace, but
I know no further.

Stralenh. It is a strange business:
The intendant can inform you of the facts.
Idenst. Most willingly. You see-
Stralenh. (impatiently). Defer your tale,
Till certain of the hearer's patience.
Idenst. That

Can only be approved by proofs. You see Stralenh. (again interrupting him, and addressing Ulric)

In short, I was asleep upon a chair,
My cabinet before me, with some gold
Upon it (more than I much like to lose,
Though in part only): some ingenious person
Contrived to glide through all my own
attendants,

Besides those of the place, and bore away
An hundred golden ducats, which to find
I would be fain, and there's an end; perhaps
You (as I still am rather faint) would add
To yesterday's great obligation this,

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Ulric. Come on, old oracle, expound thy riddle!

[Exit with Idenstein and Fritz. Stralenh. (solus) A stalwart, active, soldier-looking stripling,

Handsome as Hercules ere his first labour,
And with a brow of thought beyond his years
When in repose, till his eye kindles up
In answering yours. I wish I could engage
him;

I have need of some such spirits near me now,
For this inheritance is worth a struggle.
And though I am not the man to yield
without one,

Neither are they who now rise up between me And my desire. The boy, they say, 's a bold one;

But he hath play'd the truant in some hour Of freakish folly, leaving fortune to Champion his claims: that's well. The father, whom

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For years I've track'd, as does the bloodhound, never

In sight, but constantly in scent, had put me To fault, but here I have him, and that's

better.

It must be he! All circumstance proclaims it; And careless voices, knowing not the cause Of my inquiries, still confirm it - Yes! The man, his bearing, and the mystery Of his arrival and the time; the account,too, The intendant gave (for I have not beheld her)

Of his wife's dignified but foreign aspect: Besides the antipathy with which we met, As snakes and lions shrink back from each

other

By secret instinct that both must be foes Deadly, without being natural prey to either; All-all-confirm it to my mind: however, We'll grapple, ne'ertheless. In a few hours The order comes from Frankfort, if these waters

Rise not the higher(and the weather favours Their quick abatement), and I'll have him

safe

Within a dungeon, where he may avouch

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SCENE II.-The Apartment of WERNER, in the Palace.

Enter JOSEPHINE and ULRIC. Josephine. Stand back, and let me look on thee again!

--

Friend, how fare you? | My Ulric! – my beloved!—can it bc-
After twelve years?

Gabor. As those who fare well every
where, when they

Have supp'd and slumber'd, no great matter how

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To watch for the abatement of the river, As being anxious to resume my journey. Your messengers were allcheck'd likemyself; And, seeing the case hopeless, I await The current's pleasure.

Stralenh. Would the dogs were in it! Why did they not, at least, attempt the passage?

I order'd this at all risks.

Gabor. Could you order

The Oder to divide, as Moses did

The Red Sea (scarcely redder than the flood Of the swoln stream), and be obey'd, perhaps They might have ventured.

Stralenh. I must see to it: The knaves! the slaves!- but they shall

smart for this. [Exit Stralenheim. Gabor. (solus) There goes my noble, feudal, self-will'd baron! Epitome of what brave chivalry The prenx chevaliers of the good old times Have left us. Yesterday he would have given His lands (if he hath any), and, still dearer,

Ulric, My dearest mother!
Josephine. Yes!

My dream is realized-how beautifulHow more than all I sigh'd for! Heaven receive

A mother's thanks!--a mother's tears of joy! This is indeed thy work!-At such an hour, too,

He comes not only as a son but saviour.

Ulric. If such joy await me,it must double
What I now feel, and lighten, from my heart,
A part of the long debt of duty, not
Of love (for that was ne'er withheld) —
forgive me!

This long delay was not my fault.
Josephine. I know it,

But cannot think of sorrow now, and doubt
If I e'er felt it, 'tis so dazzled from
My memory, by this oblivious transport !—
My son!

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Look upon him! What do you see? Werner. A stripling,

For the first time

Ulric (kneeling). For twelve long years,
my father!
Werner. Oh, God!
Josephine. He faints!

Werner. No-I am better now-
Ulric! (Embraces him.)

Ulric. My father, Siegendorf!
Werner. (starting) Hush! boy--
The walls may hear that name!
Ulric. What then?
Werner. Why, then-

But we will talk of that anon. Remember,
I must be known here but as Werner. Come!
Come to my arms again! Why, thou lookst all
I should have been, and was not. Josephine!

Sure 'tis no father's fondness dazzles me; But had I seen that form amid ten thousand Youths of the choicest, my heart would have chosen

This for my son!

Ulric. And yet you knew me not! Werner. Alas! I have had that upon my soul

Which makes me look on all men with an eye That only knows the evil at first glance. Ulric. My memory served me far more fondly: I

Werner. Ay, if at Prague:

But here he is all powerful: and has spread Snares for thy father, which, if hitherto He hath escaped them, is by fortune, not By favour.

Ulric. Doth he personally know you? Werner. No; but he guesses shrewdly at my person,

As he betray'd last night; and I, perhaps,
But owe my temporary liberty
To his uncertainty.

Ulric. I think you wrong him Have not forgotten aught; and ofttimes in (Excuse me for the phrase); but Stralenheim The proud and princely halls of—(I'll not | Is not what you prejudge him, or, if so, He owes me something both for past and present;

name them,

As you say that 'tis perilous), but i' the pomp
Of your sire's feudal mansion, I look'd back
To the Bohemian mountains many a sunset,
And wept to see another day go down
O'er thee and me, with those huge hills
between us.

They shall not part us more.

Werner. I know not that.

Are you aware my father is no more? Ulric. Oh Heavens! I left him in a green old age,

And looking like the oak, worn, but still steady

Amidst the elements, whilst younger trees Fell fast around him. 'Twas scarce three months since.

Werner. Why did you leave him? Josephine (embracing Ulric). Can you ask that question? Is he not here?

Werner. True; he hath sought his parents, And found them; but, oh! how, and in

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I saved his life, he therefore trusts in me: He hath been plunder'd too, since he came hither;

Is sick; a stranger; and as such not now Able to trace the villain who hath robb'd him;

I have pledged myself to do so; and the business

Which brought me here was chiefly that: but I

Have found, in searching for another's dross, My own whole treasure-you, my parents! Werner. (agitatedly) Who

Taught you to mouth that name of “villain?” Ulric. What

More noble name belongs to common thieves? Werner. Who taught you thus to brand an unknown being

With an infernal stigma?

Ulric. My own feelings Taught me to name a ruffian from his deeds. Werner. Who taught you, long-sought, and ill-found boy! that

It would be safe for my own son to insult me? Ulric. I named a villain What is there in common

With such a being and my father?
Werner. Every thing!
That ruffian is thy father!
Josephine. Oh, my son!
Believe him not

falters.)

and yet! — (Her voice

Ulric. (Starts, looks earnestly at Werner, and then says slowly) And you avow it?

Werner. Ulric! before you dare despise your father,

Learn to divine and judge his actions. Young,

Rash, new to life, and rear'd in luxury's lap, Is it for you to measure passion's force, Or misery's temptation? Wait-(not long, It cometh like the night, and quickly)— Wait!

Wait till, like me, your hopes are blighted-till

Sorrow and shame are handmaids of your cabin;

Famine and poverty your guests at table;

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I had not follow'd?

Ulric. I obey you, mother,

Although reluctantly. My first act shall not
Be one of disobedience.

Josephine. 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,

Even to your deadliest foe; and he as 'twere
Inviting death, by looking like it, while That this is but the surface of his soul,
His death alone can save you: - Thank | And that the depth is rich in better things.
Ulric. These then are but my father's
principles?

your God!.

If then, like me, content with petty plunder,
You turn aside-I did so.

Ulric. But

Werner (abruptly). Hear me !

My mother thinks not with him?
Josephine. Nor doth he

Think as he speaks. Alas! long years of grief
Have made him sometimes thus.
Ulric. Explain to me

More clearly, then, these claims of Stra-
lenheim,

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. |
He's mean, deceitful, avaricious. You
Deem yourself safe, as young and brave; 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

but learn

None are secure from desperation, few
From subtilty. My worst foe, Stralenheim,
Housed in a prince's palace, couch'd within
A prince's chamber, lay below my knife!
An instant-a mere motion-the least im-
pulse-

Had swept him and all fears of mine from
earth.

He was within my power-my knife was

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