WERNER and JOSEPHINE, his wife. Jos. My love, be calmer! Wer. I am calm. To me Jos. Yes, but not to thyself; thy pace is hurried, And no one walks a chamber like to ours With steps like thine when his heart is at rest. Were it a garden, I should deem thee happy, And stepping with the bee from flower to flower: But here! Wer. 'Tis chill; the tapestry lets through The wind to which it waves: my blood is frozen. Jos. Ah, no! Wer. [smiling]. Why! wouldst thou have it so? Jos. Have it a healthful current. I would Until 'tis spilt or check'd-how soon, I care not. All-all. Jos. Then canst thou wish for that which must break mine? Wer. [approaching her slowly]. But for thee I had been-no matter what, But much of good and evil; what I am Thou knowest; what I might or should have been, [WERNER walks on abruptly, and then ap- The storm of the night Perhaps affects me; I'm a thing of feelings, And have of late been sickly, as, alas! Thou know'st by sufferings more than mine, my love! How many in this hour of tempest shiver Wer. And that's not the worst: who cares For chambers ? rest is all. The wretches whom Thou namest-ay, the wind howls round them, and The dull and dropping rain saps in their bones A beggar, and should know the thing thou talk'st of. Jos. And art thou not no w shelter'd from them Be thankless for that refuge which their habits Jos. Well? Wer. Something beyond our outward sufferings (though These were enough to gnaw into our souls) Jos. [abruptly]. My son-our son-our Ulric, Been clasp'd again in these long-empty arms, And all a mother's hunger satisfied. Twelve years! he was but eight then :-beautiful He was, and beautiful he must be now, My Ulric! my adored! Wer. I have been full oft The chase of Fortune; now she hath o'ertaken My spirit where it cannot turn at bay,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 Wer. Since his strange disappearance from my father's, Entailing, as it were, my sins upon Himself, no tidings have reveal'd his course. I parted with him to his grandsire, on The promise that his anger would stop short Jos. I must hope better still,-at least we have yet Baffled the long pursuit of Stralenheim. That bitter laugh! 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, Were a fit marriage: but I still had hopes To lift thee to the state we both were born for. Your father's house was noble, though decay'd; And worthy by its birth to match with ours. Jos. Your father did not think so, though 'twas noble ; But had my birth been all my claim to match Has done in our behalf,-nothing! All which it How,-nothing? Jos. Or worse; for it has been a canker in Or, if that seem too humble, tried by commerce, Jos. Whate'er thou might'st have been, to me thou art What no state high or low can ever change, neither Thy birth, thy hopes, thy pride; nought, save thy sorrows: . While they last, let me comfort or divide them: When they end, let mine end with them, or thee! Wer. My better angel! Such I have ever found thee; This rashness, or this weakness of my temper, Wer. We should have done, but for this fatal Ne'er raised a thought to injure thee or thine. sickness, More fatal than a mortal malady, Because it takes not life, but life's sole solace : By the snares of this avaricious fiend :- 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 Thou didst not mar my fortunes: my own nature Myself, to lose this for our son and thee! Save those who come to make it poorer still. Well, I am prepared. That to our sorrow for these five days; since But what you don't know is, [WERNER puts his hand into his bosom, as if That a great personage, who fain would cross to search for some weapon. Jos. Oh! do not look so. Will to the door. It cannot be of import In this lone spot of wintry desolation:The very desert saves man from mankind. I Against the stream and three postilions' wishes, Yes, of the monkey, Or no; your noblemen are hard to drown, A lodging, or a grave, according as It may turn out with the live or dead body. If we can be of service-say the word. Iden. Here? no; but in the prince's own apart ment, As fits a noble guest :-'tis damp, no doubt, Here in the prince's palace-(to be sure, His highness had resign'd it to the ghosts And rats these twelve years palace) I say you have been our lodger, and as yet Wer. I have a cousin in the lazaretto Jos. Oh, yes; we are, but distantly. [Aside to WERNER]. Cannot you humour the dull gossip till We learn his purpose? Iden. Well, I'm glad of that; I thought so all along, such natural yearnings Play'd round my heart :-blood is not water, cousin ; He'll be worse lodged to-morrow: ne'ertheless, Poor gentleman, I hope he will, with all my heart. Wer. Have you not learn'd his name? Retire: I'll sift this fool. Intendant, My Josephine, [Aside to his wife. Exit JOSEPHINE. His name? oh Lord! Who knows if he hath now a name or no? 'Tis time enough to ask it when he's able To give an answer; or, if not, to put His heir's upon his epitaph. Methought Just now you chid me for demanding names? Wer. True, true, I did so: you say well and wisely. Enter GABOR. Gab. If I intrude, I crave- Oh, no intrusion! Gab. Wetly and wearily, but out of peril: He paused to change his garments in a cottage (Where I doff'd mine for these, and came on hither), And has almost recover'd from his drenching. Iden. To say the truth, they are marvellous scant of this Gab. Faith! I cannot tell; but I should think the pillow Would please him better than the table, after His soaking in your river: but for fear Your viands should be thrown away, I mean To sup myself, and have a friend without Who will do honour to your good cheer with A traveller's appetite. Iden. But are you sure His excellency--But his name: what is it? And yet you saved his life. Well, that's strange, To save a man's life whom you do not know. Gab. Not so; for there are some I know so well, I scarce should give myself the trouble. Iden. Good friend, and who may you be? Pray, Gab. Hungarian. By my family, Iden. Which is called ? It matters little. Gab. 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. Now, how much do you reckon on? Gab. I have not yet put up myself to sale: In the meantime, my best reward would be A glass of your Hockheimer, a green glass Wreath'd with rich grapes and Bacchanal devices, O'erflowing with the oldest of your vintage: For which I promise you, in case you e'er Run hazard of being drown'd (although I own It seems, of all deaths, the least likely for you), I'll pull you out for nothing. Quick, my friend, And think, for every bumper I shall quaff, A wave the less may roll above your head. Iden. [aside]. I don't much like this fellow-close and dry He seems,-two things which suit me not; how ever, Wine he shall have; if that unlock him not, I shall not sleep to-night for curiosity. [Exit IDENSTEIN. Wer. [quickly, and then interrupting himself]. I commanded-no-I mean I served; but it is many years ago, When first Bohemia raised her banner 'gainst Gab. Well, that's over now and peace Has turn'd some thousand gallant hearts adrift To live as they best may: and, to say truth, Some take the shortest. Sir, I thank you. One's heart commit these follies; and besides, Though scarcely prudent; but no less I thank you. They had some valuables left at that time, I am a beggar in all save his trade; [Exit WERNER. 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 To that you show for beauty; but I pledge you Gab. Is not the lovely woman I met in the adjacent hall, who, with Which paid their way up to the present hour; Gab. Gab. If I mistake not. Poor souls! And yet unused to poverty, Ay, Iden. Oh! Heaven knows where, unless to heaven itself. Some days ago that look'd the likeliest journey Werner! I have heard the name: Like enough! I must be at my post; will you not join me, Gab. The rushing river from his gurgling throat. An air, and port, and eye, which would have better For duty (as you call it)—I did mine then, |