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_Ulr._ I merely asked a simple question.
_Gab._ If the judge asked me, I would answer "No"-- To you I answer _thus_. [_He draws_.
_Ulr._ (_drawing_). With all my heart!
_Jos._ Without there! Ho! help! help!--Oh, G.o.d!
here's murder! [_Exit_ JOSEPHINE, _shrieking_.
GABOR _and_ ULRIC _fight_. GABOR _is disarmed just as_ STRALENHEIM, JOSEPHINE, IDENSTEIN, _etc., re-enter_.
_Jos._ Oh! glorious Heaven! He's safe!
_Stral._ (_to_ JOSEPHINE). _Who's_ safe!
_Jos._ My----
_Ulr._ (_interrupting her with a stern look, and turning afterwards to_ STRALENHEIM). Both! 290 Here's no great harm done.
_Stral._ What hath caused all this?
_Ulr._ _You_, Baron, I believe; but as the effect Is harmless, let it not disturb you.--Gabor!
There is your sword; and when you bare it next, Let it not be against your _friends_.
[ULRIC _p.r.o.nounces the last words slowly and emphatically in a low voice to_ GABOR.
_Gab._ I thank you Less for my life than for your counsel.
_Stral._ These Brawls must end here.
_Gab._ (_taking his sword_). They _shall_. You've wronged me, Ulric, More with your unkind thoughts than sword: I would The last were in my bosom rather than The first in yours. I could have borne yon n.o.ble's 300 Absurd insinuations--ignorance And dull suspicion are a part of his Entail will last him longer than his lands-- But I may fit _him_ yet:--you have vanquished me.
I was the fool of pa.s.sion to conceive That I could cope with you, whom I had seen Already proved by greater perils than Rest in this arm. We may meet by and by, However--but in friends.h.i.+p. [_Exit_ GABOR.
_Stral._ I will brook No more! This outrage following upon his insults, 310 Perhaps his guilt, has cancelled all the little I owed him heretofore for the so-vaunted Aid which he added to your abler succour.
Ulric, you are not hurt?--
_Ulr._ Not even by a scratch.
_Stral._ (_to_ IDENSTEIN). Intendant! take your measures to secure Yon fellow: I revoke my former lenity.
He shall be sent to Frankfort with an escort, The instant that the waters have abated.
_Iden._ Secure him! He hath got his sword again---- And seems to know the use on't; 'tis his trade, 320 Belike;--_I'm_ a civilian.
_Stral._ Fool! are not Yon score of va.s.sals d.o.g.g.i.ng at your heels Enough to seize a dozen such? Hence! after him!
_Ulr._ Baron, I do beseech you!
_Stral._ I must be Obeyed. No words!
_Iden._ Well, if it must be so-- March, va.s.sals! I'm your leader, and will bring The rear up: a wise general never should Expose his precious life--on which all rests.
I like that article of war.
[_Exit_ IDENSTEIN _and Attendants_.
_Stral._ Come hither, Ulric; what does that woman here? Oh! now 330 I recognise her, 'tis the stranger's wife Whom they _name_ "Werner."
_Ulr._ 'Tis his name.
_Stral._ Indeed!
Is not your husband visible, fair dame?--
_Jos._ Who seeks him?
_Stral._ No one--for the present: but I fain would parley, Ulric, with yourself Alone.
_Ulr._ I will retire with you.
_Jos._ Not so: You are the latest stranger, and command All places here.
(_Aside to_ ULRIC, _as she goes out_.) O Ulric! have a care-- Remember what depends on a rash word!
_Ulr._ (_to_ JOSEPHINE). Fear not!-- [_Exit_ JOSEPHINE.
_Stral._ Ulric, I think that I may trust you; 340 You saved my life--and acts like these beget Unbounded confidence.
_Ulr._ Say on.
_Stral._ Mysterious And long-engendered circ.u.mstances (not To be now fully entered on) have made This man obnoxious--perhaps fatal to me.
_Ulr._ Who? Gabor, the Hungarian?
_Stral._ No--this "Werner"-- With the false name and habit.
_Ulr._ How can this be?
He is the poorest of the poor--and yellow Sickness sits caverned in his hollow eye[cs]: The man is helpless.
_Stral._ He is--'tis no matter;-- 350 But if he be the man I deem (and that He is so, all around us here--and much That is not here--confirm my apprehension) He must be made secure ere twelve hours further.
_Ulr._ And what have I to do with this?
_Stral._ I have sent To Frankfort, to the Governor, my friend, (I have the authority to do so by An order of the house of Brandenburgh), For a fit escort--but this cursed flood Bars all access, and may do for some hours. 360
_Ulr._ It is abating.
_Stral._ That is well.
_Ulr._ But how Am I concerned?
_Stral._ As one who did so much For me, you cannot be indifferent to That which is of more import to me than The life you rescued.--Keep your eye on _him_!
The man avoids me, knows that I now know him.-- Watch him!--as you would watch the wild boar when He makes against you in the hunter's gap-- Like him he must be speared.
_Ulr._ Why so?
