IDEN. So then you are the man Whom Stralenheim's in quest of? WER. I am not; But being taken for him might conduct To spare both, that I would avoid all bustle. From this proud, niggardly noble, who would raise But this!-another look! WER. At day-dawn it is yours. IDEN. Gaze on it freely; Oh, thou sweet sparkler! Thou more than stone of the philosopher! Thou touchstone of Philosophy herself! H 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, already A wise magician, who has bound the devil WER. Call me Werner still, You may yet know me by a loftier title. IDEN. I do believe in thee! thou art the spirit I'll show thee I am honest-(oh, thou jewel!) I have a foster-brother in the mart Of Hamburgh, skill'd in precious stones-how many Carats may it weigh?-Come, Werner, I will wing thee. [Exeunt. SCENE II. STRALENHEIM'S Chamber. STRALENHEIM and FRITZ. FRITZ. All's ready, my good lord! And I am not sleepy 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, Which will not let the sunbeams through, nor yet 'Twixt earth and heaven, like envy between man And man, an everlasting mist;—I will STRAL. I know not why, and therefore do fear more, Because an undescribable--but 'tis All folly. Were the locks (as I desired) F Changed, to day, of this chamber? for last night's 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." right Have you to tax your memory, which should be Quick, proud, and happy to retain the name Whose daily repetition marks your duty— Get hence! "you think," indeed! you who stood still The roaring torrent, and restored me to Thank him—and despise you. "You think!" and scarce Can recollect his name! I will not waste More words on you. Call me betimes. FRITZ. Good night! I trust to-morrow will restore your lordship To renovated strength and temper. [The scene closes. GAB. (solus). SCENE III. The secret Passage. Four Five-six hours have I counted, like the guard I'm cold I'm dark-I've blown my fingers-number'd o'er And o'er my steps-and knock'd my head against Some fifty buttresses-and roused the rats And bats in general insurrection, till Their cursed pattering feet and whirling wings |