To doubt it.

_Stral._ Let no foolish pity shake
Your bosom (for the appearance of the man
Is pitiful)--he is a wretch, as likely
To have robbed me as the fellow more suspected,
Except that circumstance is less against him;
He being lodged far off, and in a chamber
Without approach to mine; and, to say truth,
I think too well of blood allied to mine, 420
To deem he would descend to such an act:
Besides, he was a soldier, and a brave one
Once--though too rash.

_Ulr._ And they, my Lord, we know
By our experience, never plunder till
They knock the brains out first--which makes them heirs,
Not thieves. The dead, who feel nought, can lose nothing,
Nor e'er be robbed: their spoils are a bequest--
No more.

_Stral._ Go to! you are a wag. But say
I may be sure you'll keep an eye on this man,
And let me know his slightest movement towards 430
Concealment or escape.

_Ulr._ You may be sure
You yourself could not watch him more than I
Will be his sentinel.

_Stral._ By this you make me
Yours, and for ever.

_Ulr._ Such is my intention. [_Exeunt_.

ACT III.

SCENE I.--_A Hall in the same Palace, from whence the
secret Passage leads_.

_Enter_ WERNER _and_ GABOR.

_Gab._ Sir, I have told my tale: if it so please you
To give me refuge for a few hours, well--
If not, I'll try my fortune elsewhere.

_Wer._ How
Can I, so wretched, give to Misery
A shelter?--wanting such myself as much
As e'er the hunted deer a covert----

_Gab._ Or
The wounded lion his cool cave. Methinks
You rather look like one would turn at bay,
And rip the hunter's entrails.

_Wer._ Ah!

_Gab._ I care not
If it be so, being much disposed to do 10
The same myself. But will you shelter me?
I am oppressed like you--and poor like you--
Disgraced----

_Wer._ (_abruptly_). Who told you that I was disgraced?

_Gab._ No one; nor did I say _you_ were so: with
Your poverty my likeness ended; but
I s