Sick, poor, and lonely. Jos. Lonely! my dear husband? Wer. Or worse-involving all I love, in this Far worse than solitude. Alone, I had died, And all been over in a nameless grave. Jos. And I had not outlived thee; but pray take Comfort! We have struggled long; and they who strive With Fortune win or weary her at last, Jos. We ne'er were wealthy. Wer. But I was born to wealth, and rank, and power; Enjoy'd them, loved them, and, alas ! abused them, Left the path open, yet not without snares. The fluttering bird, hath ere this time outstept me, Of that which lifts him up to princes in Jos. He does not know thy person; and his spies, Who so long watch'd thee, have been left at Hamburgh. Our unexpected journey, and this change Of name, leaves all discovery far behind: Even to our very hopes. Ha! ha! Wer. Alas! Who would read in this form The high soul of the son of a long line? Who, in this garb, the heir of princely lands? Who, in this sunken, sickly eye, the pride Of rank and ancestry? In this worn cheek And famine-hollow'd brow, the lord of halls Which daily feast a thousand vassals? Jos. You Ponder'd not thus upon these worldly things, My Werner when you deign'd to choose for bride The foreign daughter of a wandering exile. Wer. An exile's daughter with an outcast son Has done in our behalf,-nothing. All which it How,-nothing? Jos. Or worse; for it has been a canker in Thy heart from the beginning: but for this, We had not felt our poverty but as Millions of myriads feel it, cheerfully; But for these phantoms of thy feudal fathers, Thou mightst have earn'd thy bread, as thousands earn it; This rashness, or this weakness of my temper, And if you had not, I've no wine to offer, Iden. Jos. (aside). Jos. Iden. The river has o'erflow'd. Alas! we have known But what you don't know is, [WERNER puts his hand into his bosom, as if to That a great personage, who fain would cross search for some weapon. Jos. Oh! do not look so. I Will to the door. It cannot be of import In this lone spot of wintry desolation : · The very desert saves man from mankind. [She goes to the door. Against the stream and three postilions' wishes, Jos. Poor creatures! are you sure? A lodging, or a grave, according as It may turn out with the live or dead body. Jos. And where will you receive him? here, I hope, If we can be of service say the word. Iden. Here? no; but in the prince's own apartment, As fits a noble guest: 't is damp, no doubt, Not having been inhabited these twelve years; But then he comes from a much damper place, So scarcely will catch cold in 't, if he be Still liable to cold-and if not, why He'll be worse lodged to-morrow: ne'ertheless, I have order'd fire and all appliances To be got ready for the worst—that is, His excellency But are you sure But his name: what is it? Gab. I do not know. Iden. And yet you saved his life. Gab. I help'd my friend to do so. Iden. Well, that's strange, To save a man's life whom you do not know. Good friend, and who may you be? Pray, By my family, Gab. It matters little. Iden. How many? Gab. Sufficient. I did not count them. We came up by mere accident, and just In time to drag him through his carriage window. Iden. Well, what would I give to save a great man! No doubt you'll have a swingeing sum as recompense. Gab. Perhaps. Iden. I'll pull you out for nothing. Quick, my friend, Iden. (aside). I don't much like this fellow-close and dry He seems, two things which suit me not: however, Wine he shall have; if that unlock him not, I shall not sleep to-night for curiosity. [Exit IDENSTEIN Gab. (to WERNER). This master of the ceremonies is The intendant of the palace, I presume: 'Tis a fine building, but decay'd. Design'd for him you rescued will be found In fitter order for a sickly guest. Gab. I wonder then you occupied it not, For you seem delicate in health. Wer. (quickly). Gab. Sir! Pray Wer. (quickly, and then interrupting himself). I commanded-no-I mean I served; but it is many years ago, Gab. They lay their hands on. All Silesia and Lusatia's woods are tenanted by bands Wer. You say you were a And I-nothing. You look one still. All soldiers are healthy; Werner! I have heard the name: But it may be a feign'd one. Iden. Like enough! I must be at my post: will you not join me, Gab. The rushing river from his gurgling throat. He has valets now enough: they stood aloof then, All roaring "Help!" but offering none; and as The staircase is a little gloomy, and Stral. I'll rest me here a moment. Instantly, knaves! Wer. (aside). Stral. Ho! a chair! [STRALENHEIM sits down. "Tis he! Who are these strangers? Iden. One says he is no stranger. I'm better now. I must be wary: His father, rising from his grave again, Your lordship scems Iden. An outward show of thought. I will to rest. (Aside.) Somewhat tatter'd, And devilish damp, but fine enough by torch-light; Please you, my good lord, And that 's enough for your right noble blood Who says that? To recognise. [Pointing to Gabor. I seek not to disturb Gab. Till I seek no more, and scarce deserve These eyes; and, though my agents still have kept My own from his, not to alarm him into At Hamburgh those who would have made assurance To have been lord of Siegendorf, and parted In haste, though even the elements appear [He pauses, and looks at WERNER; then resumes. Be watch'd. If it is he, he is so changed, |