WER. Sir, I thank you. Your offer's noble were it to a friend, And not unkind as to an unknown stranger, Though scarcely prudent; but no less I thank you. I am a beggar in all save his trade, And when I beg of any one it shall be Of him who was the first to offer what Few can obtain by asking. Pardon me. [Exit WER. GAB. (solus). A goodly fellow by his looks, though worn, As most good fellows are, by pain or pleasure, I scarce know which most quickly; but he seems Enter IDENSTEIN. IDEN. 'Tis here! the supernaculum! twenty years Of age, if 'tis a day. GAB. Which epoch makes Young women and old wine, and 'tis great pity Of two such excellent things, increase of years, Which still improves the one, should spoil the other. Fill full-Here's to our hostess-your fair wife. [Takes the glass. IDEN. Fair! Well, I trust your taste in wine is equal To that you show for beauty; but I pledge you Nevertheless. GAB. Is not the lovely woman I met in the adjacent hall, who, with An air, and port, and eye, which would have better Beseem'd this palace in its brightest days, (Though in a garb adapted to its present Abandonment) return'd my salutationIs not the same your spouse? IDEN. I would she were! But you're mistaken-that's the stranger's wife. GAB. And by her aspect she might be a prince's : Though time hath touch'd her too, she still retains Much beauty, and more majesty. IDEN. And that Is more than I can say for Madame Idenstein, At least in beauty: as for majesty, She has some of its properties which might GAB. I don't. But who May be this stranger? He too hath a bearing Above his outward fortunes. IDEN. There I differ. He's poor as Job, and not so patient; but GAB. But how came he here? IDEN. In a most miserable old caleche, About a month since, and immediately Fell sick, almost to death. He should have died. GAB. Tender and true!-but why? IDEN. Why, what is life Without a living? He has not a stiver. GAB. In that case, I much wonder that a person Of your apparent prudence should admit Guests so forlorn into this noble mansion. IDEN. That's true; but pity, as you know, does make One's heart commit these follies; and besides, They served to air them, at the least as long As they could pay for fire wood. GAB. IDEN. Exceeding poor. GAB. Poor souls! Ay, And yet unused to poverty, If I mistake not. Whither were they going? IDEN. Oh! Heaven knows where, unless to heaven But hark! a noise of wheels and voices, and As destiny, his excellency's come. I must be at my post: will you not join me, GAB. I dragg'd him From out that carriage when he would have given His barony or county to repel The rushing river from his gurgling throat. He has valets now enough: they stood aloof then, All roaring, “Help!" but offering none; and as Now do yours. Hence, and bow and cringe him here! IDEN. I cringe!--but I shall lose the opportunity— Plague take it! he'll be here, and I not there! [Exit IDENSTEIN, hastily. Re-enter WERNER. WER. (to himself.) I heard a noise of wheels and voices. How All sounds now jar me! Still here! Is he not [Perceiving GABOR. A spy of my pursuer's? His frank offer, So suddenly, and to a stranger, wore The aspect of a secret enemy; For friends are slow at such. GAB. Sir, you seem rapt, And yet the time is not akin to thought. These old walls will be noisy soon. The baron, Or count (or whatsoe'er this half-drown'd noble Than did the elements, is come. |