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Hath stung mo oft, and, more than ever, now, May have return'd back to his grandsire, and
sins upon but
Himself, no tidings have reveald his course. For this I had been happy—thou been I parted with him to his grandsire, on happy
The promise that his anger would stop short The splendour of my rank sustain'd-my Of the third generation, but Heaven seems
To claim her stern prerogative, and visit My father's name-been still upheld; and, Upon my boy his father's faults and follics.
Josephine. I must hope better still,-at Than those--;
least we have yet Josephine (abruptly). My son-our son- Baffled the long pursuit of Stralenheim. our Ulric,
Werner. We should have done, but for Been claspd again in these long empty arms,
this fatal sickness, And all a mother's hunger satisfied. More fatal than a mortal malady, Twelve years! he was but eight then — Because it takes not life, but life's sole solace: beautiful
Even now I feel my spirit girt about He was, and beautiful he must be now. By the snares of this avaricious fiend ;My Ulric! my adored!
How do I know he hath not track'd us here? Werner. I have been full oft
Josephine. He does not know thy person; The chase of fortune; now she hath o'ertaken
and his spies, My spirit where it cannot turn at bay, Who so long watch'd thee, have been left Sick, poor, and lonely.
at Hamburgh. Josephine. Lonely! my dear husband ? Our unexpected journey, and this change Werner. Or worse-involving all I love, Of name, leaves all discovery far behind: in this
None hold us here for aught save what wo Far worse than solitude. Alone, I had died, And all been over in a nameless grave.
Werner. Save what we seem! save what Josephine. And I had not outlived thee; we are-sick beggars, but pray take
Even to our very hopes.- Ha! ha! Comfort! We have struggled long; and Josephine. Alas! they who strive
That bitter laugh! With fortune win or weary her at last, Werner. Who would read in this form So that they find the goal, or cease to feel The high soul of the son of a long line ? Further. Take comfort,- we shall find our Who, in this garb, the heir of princely lands? boy.
Who, in this sunken, sickly eye, the pride Werner. We were in sight of him, of of rank and ancestry? in this worn cheek, every thing
And famine-hollow'd brow, the lord of halls, Which could bring compensation for past Which daily feast a thousand vassals?
Josephine. You And to be baffled thus!
Ponder'd not thus upon these worldly things, Josephine. We are not baffled.
My Werner! when you deign’d to choose Werner. Are we not pennyless ?
for bride Josephine. We ne'er were wealthy. The foreign daughter of a wandering exile. Werner. But I was born to wealth, and Werner. An exile's daughter with an rank, and power;
outcast son Enjoy'd them, loved them, and, alas! ab- Were a fit marriage; but I still had hopes used them,
To lift thee to the state weboth were born for. And forfeited them by my father's wrath, Your father's house was noble, though In my o'er-fervent youth; but for the abuse decay'd, Long sufferings have atoned. My father's And worthy by its birth to match with ours. death
Josephine. Your father did not think so, Left the path open, yet not without snares.
though 'twas noble; This cold and creeping kinsman, who so But had my birth been all my claim to match long
With thee, I should have deem'd it what it is. Kept his eye on me, as the snake upon Werner. And what is that in thine eyes? The fluttering bird, hath ere this time out Josephine. All which it stopt me,
Has done in our behalf, - nothing. Become the master of my rights, and lord Werner. How,-nothing ? Of that which lifts him up to princes in Josephinc. Or worse; for it has been a Dominion and domain.
canker in Josephine. Who knows? our son Thy heart from the beginning: but for this,
Wo had not felt our poverty, or as
Idenst. Not afraid ? Millions of myriads feel it, cheerfnlly; Egad! I am afraid. You look as if But for these phantoms of thy feudal fathers, I ask'd for something better than your name, Thou mightst have carn’d thy bread as By the face you put on it. thousands carn it;
Werner. Better, sir! Or, if that seem too humble, tried by Idenst. Better or worse, like matrimony, commerce,
what Or other civic means, to amend thy fortunes. Shall I say more? You have been a guest Werner (ironically). And been an Han
this month seatic burgher ? Excellent! Here in the Prince's palace-(to be sure, Josephine. Whate'er thou mightst have His Highness had resign'd it to the ghosts been, to me thou art,
And rats these twelve years, but 'tis still What no state, high or low, can ever change, a palace)My heart's first choice;-which chose thee, I say you have been our lodger, and as yet knowing neither
We do not know your name. Thy birth, thy hopes, thy pride; nought, H'erner. My name is Werner. save thy sorrows:
Idenst. A goodly name, a very worthy While they last, let me comfort or divide them ;
As e'er was gilt upon a trader's board; When they end, let mine end with them, I have a cousin in the lazaretto or thee!
Of Hamburgh, who has got a wife who bore Werner. My better angel! such I have The same. He is an officer of trust, ever found thee;
Surgeon's assistant (hoping to be surgeon), This rashness, or this weakness of my temper, And has done miracles i' the way of business. Ne'er raised a thought to injure thee or thine. Perhaps you are related to my relative ? Thou didst not mar my fortunes : my own Werner. To yours? nature
Josephine. Oh, yes; we are, but distantly. In youth was such as to unmake an empire,
(Aside to Werner. Had such been my inheritance; but now, Cannot you humour the dull gossip till Chasten'd, subdued, out-worn, and taught we learn his purpose ? to know
Idenst. Well, I'm glad of that; Myself,- to lose this for our son and thee! I thought so all along; such natural Trust me, when, in my two-and-twentieth yearnings spring
Play'd round my heart-blood is not water, My father barr'd me from my father's house,
cousin; The last sole scion of a thousand sireg And so let's have some wine, and drink unto (For I was then the last), it hurt me less Our better acquaintance: relatives should be Îhan to behold my boy and my boy's mother Friends. Excluded in their innocence from what Werner. You appear to have drank enough My faults deserved exclnsion: although then already, My passions were all living serpents, and And if you had not, I've no wine to offer, Twined like the Gorgon's round me. Else it were yours; but this you know, or
[A knocking is heard. should know: Josephine. Hark!
You see I am poor and sick, and will not see Werner. A knocking!
That I would be alone; bat to your business! Josephine. Who can it be at this lone What brings you here? hour? we have
Idenst. Why, what should bring me here? Few visitors.
Werner. I know not, though I think W'erner. And poverty hath none,
that I could guess Save those who come to make it poorer still. That which will send you hence. Well, I am prepared.
Josephine (aside). Patience, dear Werner! (Werner puts his hand into his bosom Idenst. You don't know what has happenas if to search for some weapon.
ed, then ? Josephine. Oh! do not look so.
Josephine. How should we? Will to the door, it cannot be of import Idenst. The river has o'erflow'd. In this lone spot of wintry desolation Josephine. Alas! we have known The very desert saves man from mankind. That to our sorrow, for these five days; since
[She goes to the door. It keeps us here. Enter IDENSTBIN.
Idenst. But what you don't know is,
That a great personage, who fain would cross Idenst. A fair good evening to my fairer Against the stream, and three postillions' hostess
wishes, And worthy- what's your name, my friend? Is drown'd below the ford, with five postWerner. Are you
horses. Not afraid to demand it?
A monkey, and a mastiff, and a valet.
Josephine. Poor creatures! are you sure? Keep up the stove- I will myself to the Idenst. Yes, of the monkey,
cellar And the valet, and the cattle; but as yet AndMadame Idenstein(my consort,stranger,) We know not if his Excellency 's dead Shall furnish forth the bed - apparel; for, Or no; your noblemen are hard to drown, To say the truth, they are marvellous scant As it is fit that men in office should be ;
of this But, what is certain is, that he has swallowa Within the palace - precincts, since his Enough of the Oder to have barst two Highness peasants;
Left it some dozen years ago. And then And now a Saxon and Hungarian traveller, His Excellency will sup, doubtless ? Who, at their proper peril, snatch'd him from Gabor. Faith! The whirling river, have sent on to crave I cannot tell; but I should think the pillow A lodging, or a grave, according as Would please him better than the table after It may turn ont with the live or dead body. His soaking in your river: but for fear Josephine. And where will you receive Your viands should be thrown away, I mean him? here, I hope,
To sup myself, and have a friend without If we can be of service-say the word. Who will do honour to your good cheer with Idenst. Here? no; but in the Prince's A traveller's appetite. own apartment,
Idenst. But are you sure As fits a noble guest: 'tis damp, no doubt, His Excellency-but his name, what is it? Not having been inhabited these twelve Gabor. I do not know. years ;
Idenst. And yet you saved his life. But then he comes from a mach damper place, Gabor. I help'd my friend to do so. So scarcely will catch cold in't, if he be Idenst. Well, that's strange, Still liable to cold- and if not, why To save a man's life whom you do not know. He'll be worse lodged to-morrow: ne'erthe Gabor. Not so; for there are some I less,
know so well I have order'd fire and all appliances I scarce should give myself the trouble.
To be got ready for the worst-that is, Idenst. Pray,
Good friend, and who may you be?
Gabor. By my family, I hope he will, with all my heart.
Hungarian. Werner. Intendant,
Idenst. Which is call'd ? Have you not learn'd his name? My Jo Gabor. It matters little. sephine,
[ Aside to his wifc. Idenst. (aside) I think that all the world Retire, I'll sift this fool. [Exit Josephine.
are grown anonymous, Idenst. His name? oh Lord !
Since no one cares to tell me what he's callid ! Who knows if he hath now a name or no; Pray, has his Excellency a large suite? Tis time enough to ask it when he's able Gabor. Sufficient. To give an answer, or if not, to put
Idenst. How many
? His heir's upon his epitaph. Methought Gabor. I did not count them. Just now you chid me for demanding names? We came up by mere accident, and just Werner. True, true, I did so; you say In time to drag him through his carriagewell and wisely.
Idenst. Well, what would I give to save Enter GABOR.
a great man! Gabor. If I intrude, I crave
No doubt you'll have a swinging sum as Idenst. Oh, no intrusion !
recompense. This is the palace; this a stranger like Gabor. Perhaps. Yourself; 1 pray you make yourself at home: Idenst. Now, how much do you reckonon? But where's hisExcellency,and how fares he? Gabor. I have not yet put up myself to sale: Gabor. Wetly and wearily, but out of In the mean time, my best reward would be peril;
A glass of your Hockheimer, a green glass, He paused to change his garments in a cottage Wreathed with rich grapes and Bacchanal (Where I doff'd mine for these, and came devices, on hither),
O’erflowing with the oldest of your vintage; And has almost recover'd from his drenching. For which I promise you, in case you e'er He will be here anon.
Run hazard of being drown'd (although Idenst. What ho, there! bustle!
I own Without there, Herman, Weilburg, Peter, It seems, of all deaths, the least likely for Conrad!
you), [Gives directions to different ser- I'll pull you out for nothing. Quick, my vants who enter.
friend, A nobleman sleeps here to night--see that And think, for every bumper I shall quaff, All is in order in the damask-chamber - A wave the less may roll above your head.
Idenst. (aside) I don't much like this Werner. And nothing. fellow- close and dry
Gabor. That's harder still. You say you He seems, two things which suit me not ; were a soldier. however,
Werner. I was. Wine he shall have; if that unlocks him not, Gabor. You look one still. All soldiers are I shall not sleep to-night for curiosity. Or should becomrades, even though enemies.
[Erit Idenstein. Our swords when drawn must cross, our Gabor (to Werner). This master of the engines aim ceremonies is
(While levell’d) at each other's hearts; The intendant of the palace, I presume ?
but when 'Tis a fine building, but decay'd.
A truce, a peace, or what you will, remits H'erner. The apartinent
The steel into its scabbard, and lets sleep Design'd for him you rescued will be found The spark which lights the matchlock, we In sitter order for a sickly guest.
are brethren. Gabor. I wonder then you occupied it not, You are poor and sickly – I am not rich For you seem delicate in health.
but healthy ; Werner (quickly). Sir!
I want for nothing which I cannot want; Gabor. Pray
You seem devoid of this-wilt share it? Excuse me: have I sạid aught to offend you ?
(Gabor pulls out his purse. Ilerner. Nothing: but we are strangers Werner. Who to each other.
Told you I was a beggar? Gabor. And that's the reason I would Gabor. You yourself, have us less so ;
In saying you were a soldier during peaceI thought our bustling host without had
Werner (looking at him with suspicion). You were a chance- and passing-guest, the You know me not? counterpart
Gabor. I know no man, not even Of me and my companions.
Myself: how should I then know one I ne'er H'erner. Very true.
Beheld till half an hour since ? Gabor. Then, as we never met before, Werner. Sir, I thank you. and never,
Your offer 's noble were it to a friend, It may be, may again encounter, why, And not unkind as to an unknown stranger, I thought to cheer up this old dungeon here Though scarcely prudent; but no less I (At least to me) by asking you to share
thank you, The fare of my companions and myself. I am a beggar in all save his trade,
Werner. Pray, pardon me; my health— And when beg of any one it shall be Gabor. Even as you please.
Of him who was the first to offer what I bave been a soldier, and perhaps am blunt Few can obtain by asking. Pardon ine. In bearing.
[Erit W'erner. H'erner. I have also served, and can Gabor (solus). A goodly fellow by his Requite a soldier's greeting.
looks, though worn, Gabor. In what service ?
As most good fellows are,by pain or pleasure, The Imperial ?
Which tear life out of us before our time: Werner (quickly, and then interrupting I scarce know which most quickly; but himself). I commanded-no-I mean
he seems I served; but it is many years ago,
To have seen better days, as who has not When first Bohemia raised her banner'gainst who has seen yesterday ? – But here The Austrian.
approaches Gabor. Well, that's over now, and peace Our sage intendant, with the wine; however, Has turnd some thousand gallant hearts For the cup's sake, I'll bear the cupadrift
bearer. To live as they best may; and, to say truth, Some take the shortest.
Enter IDENSTEIN. W'erner. What is that?
Idenst. 'Tis here! the supernaculum! Gabor. Whate'er
twenty years They lay their hands on. All Silesia and Of age, if 'tis a day. Lusatia's woods are tenanted by bands Gabor. Which epoch makes Of the late troops, who levy on the country Young women and old wine, and 'tis great Their maintenance: the Chatelains must keep pity Their castle-walls—beyond them 'tis but Of two such excellent things, increase of doubtful
years, Travel for your rich Count or full-blown Which still improves the one, should spoil Baron.
the other. My comfort is that, wander where I may, Fill full - Here's to our hostess - your fair I've little left to lose now.
[Takes the glass.
Idenst. Fair!-- Well, I trust your tasto in Some days ago that look'd the likeliest wine is equal
journey To that you shew for beauty;but I pledge you For Werner. Nevertheless.
Gabor. Werner! I have heard the name, Gabor. Is not the lovely woman But it may be a feign'd one. I met in the adjacent hall, who, with Idenst. Like enough! An air, and port, and eye, which would Bat hark! a noise of wheels and voices, and have better
A blaze of torches from without. As sare Beseem'd this palace in its brightest days As destiny, his Excellency 's come. (Though in a garb adapted to its present I must be at my post: will you not join me, Abandonment), return'd my salutation To help him from his carriage, and present Is not the same your spouse?
Your humble duty at the door? Idenst. I would she were!
Gabor. 1 dragg’d him But you're mistaken - that's the stranger's From out that carriage when he would wife.
have given Gabor. And by her aspect she might be His barony or county to repel a prince's :
The rushing river from his gurgling throat. Though time hath touch'd her too, she He has valets now enough: they stood aloof still retains
then Much beauty, and more majesty.
Shaking their dripping ears upon the shore, Henst. And that
All roaring, “Help!” but offering none; Is more than I can say for Madame Idenstein,
and as At least in beanty: as for majesty, For duty (as you call it) I did mine then, She has some of its properties which might Now do yours. Hence, and bow and cringe Be spared— but never mind!
him here! Gabor. I don't. But who'
Idenst. I cringe !—but I shall loso the May be this stranger. He too hath a bearing opportunityAbove his outward fortunes.
Plague take it! he'll be here, and I not there! Idenst. There I differ.
[Exit Idenstein, hastily. He's poor as Job, and not so patient; but
Re-enter WERNER. Who he may be, or what, or aught of him, Except his name (and that I only learn’d Werner (to himself). I heard a noise of To-night), I know not.
wheels and voices. How Gabor. But how came he here? All sounds now jar me!
Idenst. In a most miserable old caleche, (Perceiving Gabor) Still here! Is he not About a month since, and immediately A spy of my pursuer's ? His frank ofler, Fell sick, almost to death. He should have So suddenly, and to a stranger, wore died.
The aspect of a secret enemy; Gabor. Tender and true!- but why? For friends are slow at such. Idenst. Why, what is life
Gabor. You seem rapt, Without a living? He has not a stiver. And yet the time is not akin to thought. Gabor. In that case, I much wonder that These old walls will be noisy soon. The a person
Baron, of your apparent prudence should admit Or Count (or whatsoe'er this half-drowu'd Guests so forlorn into this noble mansion.
noble Idenst. That's true; but pity, as you May be), for whom this desolate village, and know, does make
Its lone inhabitants, show more respect One's heart commit these follies; and besides, Than did the elements, is come. They had some valuables left at that time, Idenst. (uithout) This wayWhich paid their way up to the present This way, your Excellency:- have a care, honr,
The staircase is a little gloomy, and And so I thought they might as well be Somewhat decay'd; but if we had expected lodged
So high a guest-pray take my arm, my lord ! Here as at the small tavern, and I gave them
Enter STRALENHEIM, IDENSTEIN, and AttendThe run of some of the oldest palace-rooms.
ants, partly his own, and partly retainers They served to air them, at the least as long
of the domain, of which IDENSTEIN is As they could pay for fire-wood.
Intendant. Gabor. Poor souls!
Stralenh. I'll rest me here a moment.
Idenst. (to the servants) Ho! a chair! Exceeding poor.
Instantly, knaves ! Gabor. And yet unused to poverty,
(Stralenheim sits down. If I mistake not. Whither were they going? Werner (aside). 'Tis he! Idenst. 0! Heaven knows where, unless Stralenh. I'm better now. to Heaven itself.
Who are these strangers ?