The Red Sea (scarcely redder than the flood
Of the swoln stream), and be obey'd, perhaps 320 They might have ventured.
Stral.I must see to it: The knaves! the slaves! -- but they shall smart for this. [Exit STRALENHEIM.
Gab.(solus). There goes my noble, feu-dal, self-will'd baron!
Epitomè of what brave chivalry
The preux chevaliers of the good old times
Have left us. Yesterday he would have given
His lands (if he hath any), and, still dearer,
His sixteen quarterings, for as much fresh air
As would have fill'd a bladder, while he lay
Gurgling and foaming half way through the window 330 Of his o'erset and water-logg'd conveyance;
And now he storms at half a dozen wretches,
Because they love their lives too! Yet, he's right:
'T is strange they should, when such as he may put them
To hazard at his pleasure. Oh, thou world!
Thou art indeed a melancholy jest!
The Apartment of WERNER, in the Palace.Enter JOSEPHINEand ULRIC.
Jos.Stand back, and let me look on thee again! My UIric! -- my beloved! -- can it be -- After twelve years?
Ulr. My dearest mother!
My dream is realised -- how beautiful! --
How more than all I sigh'd for! Heaven receive 341 A mother's thanks! -- a mother's tears of joy!
This is indeed thy work! -- At such an hour, too,
He comes not only as a son, but saviour.
Ulr.If such a joy await me, it must double What I now feel, and lighten from my heart A part of the long debt of duty, not Of love (for that was ne'er withheld) -- forgive me! This long delay was not my fault.
Jos.I know it,
But cannot think of sorrow now, and doubt
If I e'er felt it, 't is so dazzled from 351 My memory by this oblivious transport! --
Wer.What have we here, -- more strangers?
Jos.No! Look upon him! What do you see?
Wer.A stripling, For the first time --
Ulr.(kneeling). For twelve long years, my father!
Jos. He faints!
Wer. No -- I am better now --
Ulr. My father, Siegendorf!
Wer. (starting). Hush! boy -- The walls may hear that name!
Ulr. What then?
Wer. Why, then --
But we will talk of that anon. Remember,
I must be known here but as Werner.
Come! 360 Come to my arms again! Why, thou look'st all
I should have been, and was not. Jose-phine,
Sure 't is no father's fondness dazzles me;
But, had I seen that form amid ten thou-sand
Youth of the choicest, my heart would have chosen
This for my son!
Ulr. And yet you knew me not!
Wer. Alas! I have had that upon my soul Which makes me look on all men with an eye That only knows the evil at first glance.
Ulr. My memory served me far more
fondly: I 370
Have not forgotten aught; and oft-times in
The proud and princely halls of (I'll not name them,
As you say that 't is perilous) -- but 'i the pomp
Of your sire's feudal mansion, I look'd back
To the Bohemian mountains many a sunset,
And wept to see another day go down
O'er thee and me, with those huge hills be-tween us.
They shall not part us more.
Wer. I know not that. Are you aware my father is no more?