Wer. You must also furnish me An hour ere daybreak with all means to quit This place.
Iden.| But is it real? Let me look on it: Diamond, by all that's glorious!
Wer. Come, I'll trust you: 310
You have guess'd, no doubt, that I was born
My present seeming.
Iden. I can't say I did, Though this looks like it: this is the true breeding Of gentle blood!
Wer. I have important reasons For wishing to continue privily My journey hence.
Iden. So then you are the man Whom Stralenheim's in quest of?
Wer. I am not;
But being taken for him might conduct
So much embarrassment to me just now,
And to the baron's self hereafter -- 't is 320 To spare both that I would avoid all bustle.
Iden. Be you the man or no, 't is not my business; Besides, I never should obtain the half From this proud, niggardly noble, who would raise The country for some missing bits of coin, And never offer a precise reward -- But this! -- another look!
Wer. Gaze on it freely; At day-dawn it is yours.
Iden. Oh, thou sweet sparkler!
Thou more than stone of the philosopher!
Thou touchstone of Philosophy herself! 330 Thou bright eye of the Mine! thou load-star of
The soul! the true magnetic Pole to which
All hearts point duly north, like trembling needles!
Thou flaming Spirit of the Earth! which, sitting
High on the monarch's diadem, attractest
More worship than the majesty who sweats
Beneath the crown which makes his head ache, like
Millions of hearts which bleed to lend it lustre!
Shalt thou be mine? I am, methinks, al-ready
A little king, a lucky alchymist! 340
A wise magician, who has bound the devil
Without the forfeit of his soul. But come,
Werner, or what else?
Wer. Call me Werner still; You may yet know me by a loftier title.
Iden. I do believe in thee! thou art the
Of whom I long have dream'd in a low garb --
But come, I'll serve thee; thou shalt be as free
As air, despite the waters; let us hence:
I'll show thee I am honest (oh, thou jewel!) --
Thou shalt be furnishd, Werner, with such means 350 Of flight, that if thou wert a snail, not birds
Should overtake thee. -- Let me gaze again!
I have a foster-brother in the mart
Of Hamburgh skill'd in precious stones.
Carats may it weigh? -- Come, Werner, I will wing thee. [Exeunt.
STRALENHEIM'S Chamber. STRALENHEIM and FRITZ.
Fritz. All's ready, my good lord!
Stral. I am not sleepy, And yet I must to bed; I fain would say To rest, but something heavy on my spirit, Too dull for wakefulness, too quick for slumber, Sits on me as a cloud along the sky, 360 Which will not let the sunbeams through, nor yet Descend in rain and end, but spreads itself 'Twixt earth and heaven, like envy between man And man, an everlasting mist; -- I will Unto my pillow.
Fritz. May you rest there well!
Stral. I feel, and fear I shall.
Fritz. And wherefore fear?
Stral. I know not why, and therefore do
Because an undescribable -- but 't is
All folly. Were the locks (as I desired)
Changed, to-day, of this chamber? for last night's 370 Adventure makes it needful.
Fritz. Certainly, According to your order, and beneath The inspection of myself and the young Saxon Who saved your life. I think they call him 'Ulric.'