our engines aim
(While levelled) at each other's hearts; but when
A truce, a peace, or what you will, remits 350
The steel into its scabbard, and lets sleep
The spark which lights the matchlock, we are brethren.
You are poor and sickly--I am not rich, but healthy;
I want for nothing which I cannot want;
You seem devoid of this--wilt share it?
[GABOR _pulls out his purse_.

_Wer._ Who
Told you I was a beggar?

_Gab._ You yourself,
In saying you were a soldier during peace-time.

_Wer._ (_looking at him with suspicion_). You know me not.

_Gab._ I know no man, not even
Myself: how should I then know one I ne'er
Beheld till half an hour since?

_Wer._ Sir, I thank you. 360
Your offer's noble were it to a friend,
And not unkind as to an unknown stranger,
Though scarcely prudent; but no less I thank you.
I am a beggar in all save his trade;
And when I beg of any one, it shall be
Of him who was the first to offer what
Few can obtain by asking. Pardon me. [_Exit_ WERNER.

_Gab._ (_solus_). A goodly fellow by his looks, though worn
As most good fellows are, by pain or pleasure,
Which tear life out of us before our time; 370
I scarce know which most quickly: but he seems
To have seen better days, as who has not
Who has seen yesterday?--But here approaches
Our sage intendant, with the wine: however,
For the cup's sake I'll bear the cupbearer.

_Enter_ IDENSTEIN.

_Iden._ 'Tis here! the _supernaculum!_[168] twenty years
Of age, if 'tis a day.

_Gab._ Which epoch makes
Young women and old wine; and 'tis great pity,
Of two such excellent things, increase of years,
Which still improves the one, should spoil the other. 380
Fill full--Here's to our hostess!--your fair wife!
[_Takes the glass_.

_Iden._ Fair!--Well, I trust your taste in wine is equal
To that you show for beauty; but I pledge you
Nevertheless.

_Gab._ Is not the lovely woman
I met in the adjacent hall, who, with
An air, and port, and eye, which would hav