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by Lord Byron


  Wer. Aye, if at Prague:

  But here he is all-powerful; and has spread 70

  Snares for thy father, which, if hitherto

  He hath escaped them, is by fortune, not

  By favour.

  Ulr. Doth he personally know you?

  Wer. No; but he guesses shrewdly at my person,

  As he betrayed last night; and I, perhaps,

  But owe my temporary liberty

  To his uncertainty.

  Ulr. I think you wrong him

  (Excuse me for the phrase); but Stralenheim

  Is not what you prejudge him, or, if so,

  He owes me something both for past and present. 80

  I saved his life, he therefore trusts in me.

  He hath been plundered too, since he came hither:

  Is sick, a stranger, and as such not now

  Able to trace the villain who hath robbed him:

  I have pledged myself to do so; and the business

  Which brought me here was chiefly that: but I

  Have found, in searching for another’s dross,

  My own whole treasure — you, my parents!

  Wer. (agitatedly).Who

  Taught you to mouth that name of “villain?”

  Ulr. What

  More noble name belongs to common thieves? 90

  Wer. Who taught you thus to brand an unknown being

  With an infernal stigma?

  Ulr. My own feelings

  Taught me to name a ruffian from his deeds.

  Wer. Who taught you, long-sought and ill-found boy! that

  It would be safe for my own son to insult me?

  Ulr. I named a villain. What is there in common

  With such a being and my father?

  Wer. Every thing!

  That ruffian is thy father!

  Jos. Oh, my son!

  Believe him not — and yet! — (her voice falters.)

  Ulr. (starts, looks earnestly at Werner

  and then says slowly)And you avow it?

  Wer. Ulric, before you dare despise your father, 100

  Learn to divine and judge his actions. Young,

  Rash, new to life, and reared in Luxury’s lap,

  Is it for you to measure Passion’s force,

  Or Misery’s temptation? Wait — (not long,

  It cometh like the night, and quickly) — Wait! —

  Wait till, like me, your hopes are blighted till

  Sorrow and Shame are handmaids of your cabin —

  Famine and Poverty your guests at table;

  Despair your bed-fellow — then rise, but not

  From sleep, and judge! Should that day e’er arrive — 110

  Should you see then the Serpent, who hath coiled

  Himself around all that is dear and noble

  Of you and yours, lie slumbering in your path,

  With but his folds between your steps and happiness,

  When he, who lives but to tear from you name,

  Lands, life itself, lies at your mercy, with

  Chance your conductor — midnight for your mantle —

  The bare knife in your hand, and earth asleep,

  Even to your deadliest foe; and he as ‘twere

  Inviting death, by looking like it, while 120

  His death alone can save you: — Thank your God!

  If then, like me, content with petty plunder,

  You turn aside — — I did so.

  Ulr. But — —

  Wer. (abruptly).Hear me!

  I will not brook a human voice — scarce dare

  Listen to my own (if that be human still) —

  Hear me! you do not know this man — I do.

  He’s mean, deceitful, avaricious. You

  Deem yourself safe, as young and brave; but learn

  None are secure from desperation, few

  From subtilty. My worst foe, Stralenheim, 130

  Housed in a Prince’s palace, couched within

  A Prince’s chamber, lay below my knife!

  An instant — a mere motion — the least impulse —

  Had swept him and all fears of mine from earth.

  He was within my power — my knife was raised —

  Withdrawn — and I’m in his: — are you not so?

  Who tells you that he knows you not? Who says

  He hath not lured you here to end you? or

  To plunge you, with your parents, in a dungeon?

  [He pauses.

  Ulr. Proceed — proceed!

  Wer. Me he hath ever known, 140

  And hunted through each change of time — name — fortune —

  And why not you? Are you more versed in men?

  He wound snares round me; flung along my path

  Reptiles, whom, in my youth, I would have spurned

  Even from my presence; but, in spurning now,

  Fill only with fresh venom. Will you be

  More patient? Ulric! — Ulric! — there are crimes

  Made venial by the occasion, and temptations

  Which nature cannot master or forbear.

  Ulr. (who looks first at him and then at Josephine).

  My mother!

  Wer. Ah! I thought so: you have now 150

  Only one parent. I have lost alike

  Father and son, and stand alone.

  Ulr. But stay!

  [Werner rushes out of the chamber.

  Jos. (to Ulric). Follow him not, until this storm of passion

  Abates. Think’st thou, that were it well for him,

  I had not followed?

  Ulr. I obey you, mother,

  Although reluctantly. My first act shall not

  Be one of disobedience.

  Jos. Oh! he is good!

  Condemn him not from his own mouth, but trust

  To me, who have borne so much with him, and for him,

  That this is but the surface of his soul, 160

  And that the depth is rich in better things.

  Ulr. These then are but my father’s principles?

  My mother thinks not with him?

  Jos. Nor doth he

  Think as he speaks. Alas! long years of grief

  Have made him sometimes thus.

  Ulr. Explain to me

  More clearly, then, these claims of Stralenheim,

  That, when I see the subject in its bearings,

  I may prepare to face him, or at least

  To extricate you from your present perils.

  I pledge myself to accomplish this — but would 170

  I had arrived a few hours sooner!

  Jos. Aye!

  Hadst thou but done so!

  Enter Gabor and Idenstein, with Attendants.

  Gab. (to Ulric). I have sought you, comrade.

  So this is my reward!

  Ulr. What do you mean?

  Gab. ‘Sdeath! have I lived to these years, and for this!

  (To Idenstein.) But for your age and folly, I would — —

  Iden. Help!

  Hands off! Touch an Intendant!

  Gab. Do not think

  I’ll honour you so much as save your throat

  From the Ravenstone by choking you myself.

  Iden. I thank you for the respite: but there are

  Those who have greater need of it than me. 180

  Ulr. Unriddle this vile wrangling, or — —

  Gab. At once, then,

  The Baron has been robbed, and upon me

  This worthy personage has deigned to fix

  His kind suspicions — me! whom he ne’er saw

  Till yester evening.

  Iden. Wouldst have me suspect

  My own acquaintances? You have to learn

  That I keep better company.

  Gab. You shall

  Keep the best shortly, and the last for all men,

  The worms! Y
ou hound of malice!

  [Gabor seizes on him.

  Ulr. (interfering).Nay, no violence:

  He’s old, unarmed — be temperate, Gabor!

  Gab. (letting go Idenstein).True: 190

  I am a fool to lose myself because

  Fools deem me knave: it is their homage.

  Ulr. (to Idenstein).How

  Fare you?

  Iden. Help!

  Ulr. I have helped you.

  Iden. Kill him! then

  I’ll say so.

  Gab. I am calm — live on!

  Iden. That’s more

  Than you shall do, if there be judge or judgment

  In Germany. The Baron shall decide!

  Gab. Does he abet you in your accusation?

  Iden. Does he not?

  Gab. Then next time let him go sink

  Ere I go hang for snatching him from drowning.

  But here he comes!

  Enter Stralenheim.

  Gab. (goes up to him). My noble Lord, I’m here! 200

  Stral. Well, sir!

  Gab. Have you aught with me?

  Stral. What should I

  Have with you?

  Gab. You know best, if yesterday’s

  Flood has not washed away your memory;

  But that’s a trifle. I stand here accused,

  In phrases not equivocal, by yon

  Intendant, of the pillage of your person

  Or chamber: — is the charge your own or his?

  Stral. I accuse no man.

  Gab. Then you acquit me, Baron?

  Stral. I know not whom to accuse, or to acquit,

  Or scarcely to suspect.

  Gab. But you at least 210

  Should know whom not to suspect. I am insulted —

  Oppressed here by these menials, and I look

  To you for remedy — teach them their duty!

  To look for thieves at home were part of it,

  If duly taught; but, in one word, if I

  Have an accuser, let it be a man

  Worthy to be so of a man like me.

  I am your equal.

  Stral. You!

  Gab. Aye, sir; and, for

  Aught that you know, superior; but proceed —

  I do not ask for hints, and surmises, 220

  And circumstance, and proof: I know enough

  Of what I have done for you, and what you owe me,

  To have at least waited your payment rather

  Than paid myself, had I been eager of

  Your gold. I also know, that were I even

  The villain I am deemed, the service rendered

  So recently would not permit you to

  Pursue me to the death, except through shame,

  Such as would leave your scutcheon but a blank.

  But this is nothing: I demand of you 230

  Justice upon your unjust servants, and

  From your own lips a disavowal of

  All sanction of their insolence: thus much

  You owe to the unknown, who asks no more,

  And never thought to have asked so much.

  Stral. This tone

  May be of innocence.

  Gab. ‘Sdeath! who dare doubt it,

  Except such villains as ne’er had it?

  Stral. You

  Are hot, sir.

  Gab. Must I turn an icicle

  Before the breath of menials, and their master?

  Stral. Ulric! you know this man; I found him in 240

  Your company.

  Gab. We found you in the Oder;

  Would we had left you there!

  Stral. I give you thanks, sir.

  Gab. I’ve earned them; but might have earned more from others,

  Perchance, if I had left you to your fate.

  Stral. Ulric! you know this man?

  Gab. No more than you do

  If he avouches not my honour.

  Ulr. I

  Can vouch your courage, and, as far as my

  Own brief connection led me, honour.

  Stral. Then

  I’m satisfied.

  Gab. (ironically). Right easily, methinks.

  What is the spell in his asseveration 250

  More than in mine?

  Stral. I merely said that I

  Was satisfied — not that you are absolved.

  Gab. Again! Am I accused or no?

  Stral. Go to!

  You wax too insolent. If circumstance

  And general suspicion be against you,

  Is the fault mine? Is’t not enough that I

  Decline all question of your guilt or innocence?

  Gab. My Lord, my Lord, this is mere cozenage,

  A vile equivocation; you well know

  Your doubts are certainties to all around you — 260

  Your looks a voice — your frowns a sentence; you

  Are practising your power on me — because

  You have it; but beware! you know not whom

  You strive to tread on.

  Stral. Threat’st thou?

  Gab. Not so much

  As you accuse. You hint the basest injury,

  And I retort it with an open warning.

  Stral. As you have said, ‘tis true I owe you something,

  For which you seem disposed to pay yourself.

  Gab. Not with your gold.

  Stral. With bootless insolence.

  [To his Attendants and Idenstein.

  You need not further to molest this man, 270

  But let him go his way. Ulric, good morrow!

  [Exit Stralenheim, Idenstein, and Attendants.

  Gab. (following). I’ll after him and — —

  Ulr. (stopping him).Not a step.

  Gab. Who shall

  Oppose me?

  Ulr. Your own reason, with a moment’s

  Thought.

  Gab. Must I bear this?

  Ulr. Pshaw! we all must bear

  The arrogance of something higher than

  Ourselves — the highest cannot temper Satan,

  Nor the lowest his vicegerents upon earth.

  I’ve seen you brave the elements, and bear

  Things which had made this silkworm cast his skin —

  And shrink you from a few sharp sneers and words? 280

  Gab. Must I bear to be deemed a thief? If ‘twere

  A bandit of the woods, I could have borne it —

  There’s something daring in it: — but to steal

  The moneys of a slumbering man! —

  Ulr. It seems, then,

  You are not guilty.

  Gab. Do I hear aright?

  You too!

  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, God! 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 pronounces 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
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  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 noble’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 passion 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 friendship.[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 vassals dogging 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, vassals! 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

 

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