him:
I have pledged myself to do so; and the business
Which brought me here was chiefly that:[176] 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![177]

_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[178] 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_).