hall_. 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.